TOM Bryan was born in Winnipeg, Canada.

His vividly described images of childhood include a sad echo of the First World War. The poet now lives in the Scottish Borders. This piece comes from his latest collection, Until The Roof Falls In (Indigo Dreams Publishing, £6.99).

THE COUNTRY I COME FROM

had brindled garter snakes

freight train steam

dimes flattened on railway tracks

a rusting 1936 Studebaker Sedan for a playground

three dappled Indian ponies never saddled

stone axes from before the white men came

dark homesick Welshmen

punting rugby balls into my grandfather's vegetables

hailstones like golf balls

skating on sloughs in minus twenty Fahrenheit

tine of chaw tobacco

And men from the First Great War

coughing still, marching

stoop-shouldered

down red brick streets

every year

until none were left