Inner Wellies

True to tradition, Richard and I found ourselves browsing in the booktent whilst at Greenbelt. In bought a book (ok several books) and one was a series of poems and reflections by Jane Upchurch. I think there are some brilliant, well thought through poems which I can relate to. The title poem is Inner wellies



Inner wellies

Each morning
I'm going to put on
my inner wellies
so I can splosh and slop
through all the floods and mud
life sends me
instead of tiptoeing round the edge
or getting stuck in the muck.

Jane Upchurch