Inside my mind
by Raymond Holt
An ex Cranleigh village Bobby
Inside my mind, I need a place
To simply hide away.
From problems people give me,
Now and every day.
From stolen bikes and burglaries,
Sudden deaths and thefts galore.
From domestic situations
And accidents by the score!
The punchy drunk at closing time
Whose brain is in a fog –
And our friendly local vicar
Who keeps losing his black dog.
From farmer old Sam Snow
Who really loved his land –
But fifty travellers loved it more
And parked their caravans.
So will you please excuse me
Whilst I hide inside my mind?
And tomorrow if I’m lucky
My sanity I’ll find!
(An excerpt from the book of poetry ‘Looking Over My Shoulder’) 
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