<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473383" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>and it was Her Summer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">…And It Was Her Summer</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>“Go back to the children’s home, she said I have no work and <br>can’t afford to keep you” Late June afternoon she sat on a bench <br>with a man I didn’t know. The man smiled I didn’t like him, but <br>took the coins he gave me to buy an ice –cream for; I was still <br>hanging about so mother got up and slapped me across the face. <br>”Get lost you stupid boy! ” My face was burning I threw the coins <br>into the lake and ran away. When I stopped running it was night <br>and I could see sheep in a field, I was tired and cold, thought of <br>seeking shelter in a little wooden church, but it smelt of fear and <br>I thought of ghosts, so I walked on till I came to a workman’s hut <br>near the road, it was easy to get in; here the smell was of coffee, <br>and kind men in overalls, perhaps one of them were my father? <br>It was morning and warm sunlight when they came, they were not <br>angry, but gave me milk and bread and showed me the quickest <br>way to get home. The sky that day was enormous and from a hill <br>I looked down to the town, I could see the school building it must <br>have been early, no children in the yard; but I just sat there and <br>could not understand why my mother didn’t want to se me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oskar+Hansen">Oskar Hansen</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473383" data-title="And it was Her Summer de Oskar Hansen" data-description="…And It Was Her Summer “Go back to the children’s home, she said I have no work and can’t afford to keep you” Late June afternoon she sat on a bench with a man I didn’t know. The man smiled I didn’t like him, but took the coins ..."></div> </div> </div>

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