It’s Just A Flag

I had a flag once, a little one on a lollypop stick my Dad made for me.

I used to stick it in the top of my sandcastles on Blackpool beach.

I loved that little flag and sticking it on top of a freshly made castle in the sand was always a conquering achievement.

One day a big lad with a number eleven on his top lip and fat ankles came along and nicked my flag just as I’d placed it, triumphantly, on the top of a perfectly formed fortress in the hot Fylde sands.

I cried all afternoon and I continued to cry well into the evening.

I was devestated

totally gutted……….

but I never once considered taking to the streets to march for it back….

cos, ……after all …..

it was just a flag.


About JB Barrington

The words & verse of JB Barrington; performance poet from Salford. Lovely stuff, touches heart strings and the odd raw nerve - Johnny Vegas Great poems; great delivery - Terry Christian A warm charm, a rapier wit and a real appreciation of words - Louder Than War
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