A BUCKET OF EYE'S

       A BUCKET OF EYE'S   BY TIM WILLIAMS JULY 2014

WHY IS IT , THAT WE FEEL WATCHED AND
SCRUTINISED BY A BUCKET OF EYE'S ?,
A BUCKET OF EYE'S LOST BUT STILL SEEING,
REMOVED FROM " IT WAS A BLOODY BAD DAY FOR ME " FISH,
STARING , UNWINKED AND GLASSY, BUT YET
ALL KNOWING, TELLING TALES ON US.

I REMEMBER THE EARLY 70'S WELL,SCHOOLDAY'S
 IN WHAT SEEMED A FAR OFF FOREIGN LAND,
BUT IN REALITY ONLY THE SOUTH COAST OF
MERRY OLDE ENGLAND.
" WHEN DID YOU FIRST PLAY 7'S WILLIAMS
TELL THE CLASS ", " WHEN I WAS ABOUT 8 SIR "
CAME THE TAFF TINGED TONSILED REPLY.

" WHEN HE WAS 8 SEE, NOT JUST STARTING
AT THE AGE OF 15, NOW THAT'S WELSH RUGBY FOR YOU BOY'S ",
SAID A PROUD AT MY EXPENSE MISTER HUGHES,
MY WELSH FORM AND HISTORY TEACHER,
THANKS A BUNCH, I THOUGHT, FIRST BLOODY
DAY HERE AND THE WHOLE SCHOOL RUGBY TEAM HATES ME
AND EXPECTS SOME KIND OF BARRY JOHN.

AND SURE ENOUGH FROM THAT DAY FORTH,
THE BUCKET OF EYE'S WATCHED AND SCRUTINISED
AND I LONGED FOR THE CWTCH AND COMFORT
OF THE GREEN VALLEY'S OF WALES.
WHERE I WAS JUST A NORMAL KID, NOT
ODD ONE OUT IN A NUMBER 10 JERSEY.