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 he beats a drum

With a rat tat tat you’ll know he’s come

Pull up the covers

Don’t break a sweat

Can you hear his drum?

Have you seen him yet?

Tap tap he smiles

Tap tap he’s near

Tap tap is all

You’ll ever hear.

That’s marching man

That’s marching man.

.

This poem made it onto a shortlist of 20 out of over 400 hundred poems that were entered into The Keat Shelley Prize 2008.

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