My name is Hilary. Strange for a boy I know
But I just think it shows
My individuality.
Essential, at university.
So why dont you send me to the city? Where the roads stretch wider than 3.7 metres,
the width of a standard tractor.
I need to hear the police cars' howl before it's even light
I've heard the stars are hidden by the smoke at night.
I was born as I am. At Fort William.
Or just to the East.
I was in the boy scouts for at least
9 years. So have commitment and confidence.
I can tie a reef knot.
I have perseverance, and can sow a field in nine minutes flat.
But send to the city. I long for fruit in packets,
For a place a green space is called a park
Used for the enjoyment of nature in small doses.
Send me to the city. Where coke is not kept in the coalhouse,
where weed is not ragwort, where the grass is not known,
where pot is not yesterdays rabbit stewed overnight in spices.
Where the names of the tree are not known
by the general public.
I want to count the hours with the rumblings of the trains,
the seasons with the tesco shelves, not changing, shifting rains.
Easter eggs, ice lollies, mince pies.
Here I use the sun and the colour of the oaks under close and cloudy skies.
Did I mention I have two weeks experience on a salmon farm?
And can describe three types of Aberdeen Angus cow?
So take me. Please, take me now.
Send me to the city
I know I would excel
at Marine Biology. Glasgow is for me,
and I can tell these things.
So please, UCAS, send me to the city.
