David Francis Barker is a Lincolnshire born artist and poet. Not the most prolific of writers, he has had poems published by Forward Press, Poetry 24 and Shot Glass Journal, among others.

 This collection reflects his life to date, never forgetting his roots in the rural landscape of eastern England and his continual frustrations with living in the modern technological age.

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At the Book Signing

He was there I tell you, 
 all hair and no apologies.
 In fact, exactly as you might expect;
 unkempt, without a care in this world.

 Then somewhere in the queue 
 an old woman whispered, 
 'he should get his hair cut!'
 It was at that point I got close enough

 to see the scars on his sandalled feet,
 the scabs on his wrists. I got a free loaf 
 with my book, though there was
 no sign of any complementary wine.

 Oh, and there was this joker at the back 
 who quipped, 'OK! Where's the ruddy fish?'
 But it all went quite swimmingly until
 this little girl asked, 'where have you been?'

 You should have felt the awkward silence,
 seen the looks and the smile 
 vanish from his bearded face when 
 he muttered, 'writing this bloody book!'