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Sep 2020
Harry was a gentleman street-sweeper
whom I knew years ago
when just a young man -
Harry Hollerhead.
He was a small man
with large hands
and a large nose,
that I had often seen
his large wife kiss
and pat affectionately.

With his large hard broom
and yellow wheel-barrow
Harry kept the streets
of the city immaculate,
while also greeting passers-by
with such warmth and friendship
as if the streets were his –
which, in a way, they were.

It was some decades later
that an artist friend
exhibited for sale
a sketch he had made
as a young man –
a street sweeper who had captivated him
with his charm and style.

Instantly I recognised him,
Harry – Harry Hollerhead.

Harry has long gone now
but his portrait
still hangs on my wall,
a reminder of
what matters in life
and how we respect
and relate to others.
John Wiley
Written by
John Wiley  81/M/Australia
(81/M/Australia)   
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