Sarah reads ‘It Wasn’t A Life’

This was recorded at the fantastic Bolton branch of ‘Write Out Loud’ check out their website for all things poetical across the UK.

Marching Man

Marching Man . Marching man comes with the rain With a rat tat tat on the windowpane. Don’t leave a chink Don’t leave a light. In through the window In through the night. Across the room Across your bed Across your pillow And into your head That’s marching man That’s marching man. . Marching man