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The biggest crane on earth it lifts	A
Two hundred ton more easily	B
Than I can lift my heavy head	C
And when it swings the whole world shifts	A
Or so at least it seems to me	B
As day and night adream I lie	D
Upon my crippled back in bed	C
And watch it against the sky	D
	-
My mother hunching in her chair	E
Day long and stitching trousers there	E
At three and three the dozen pair	E
She'd sit all night and stitch for me	B
Her son if I could only wear	E
She never lifts her eyes to see	B
The big crane swinging through the air	E
	-
But though she has no time to talk	F
She always cleans the window pane	G
That I may see it clear and plain	G
And as I watch it move I walk	F
Who never walked in all my days	H
And often as I dream agaze	H
I'm up and out and it is I	D
Who swing the crane across the sky	D
	-
Right up above the wharf I stand	I
And touch a lever with my hand	I
To lift a bunch of girders high	D
A truck of coal a field of grain	G
In sacks a bundle of big trees	H
Or beasts too frightened in my grip	J
To wonder at their skiey trip	J
And then I let the long arm dip	J
Without a hitch without a slip	J
To set them safely in the ship	J
That waits to take them overseas	H
	-
My mother little dreams it's I	D
Up there tiny as a fly	D
Who stand above the biggest crane	G
And swing the ship loads through the sky	D
While she sits hunching in her chair	E
Day long and stitching trousers there	E
At three and three the dozen pair	E
	-
And sometimes when it turns me dizzy	H
I lie and watch her ever busy	H
And wonder at a lot of things	H
I never speak to her about	K
I wonder why she never sings	H
Like other people on the stair	E
And why whenever she goes out	K
Upon a windy day the air	E
Makes her sad eyes so strangely bright	L
And if the colour of her hair	E
Was brown like mine or always white	L
And why when through the noise of feet	M
Of people passing in the street	M
She hears a dog yelp or sheep bleat	M
She always starts up in her chair	E
And looks before her with strange stare	E
Yet seeing nothing anywhere	E
Though right before her through the sky	D
The biggest crane goes swinging by	D
	-
But it's a lucky day and rare	E
When she's the time to talk with me	H
Though only yesterday when night	M
Shut out at last the crane from sight	M
She in her bed and thinking I	D
Was sleeping though I watch the sky	D
At times till it is morning light	M
And ships are waiting to unload	M
I heard her murmur drowsily	D
quot The pit pattering of feet	M
All night along the moonlit road	M
A yelp a whistle and a bleat	M
The bracken's deep and soft and dry	D
And safe and snug and no one near	N
The little burn sings low and sweet	M
The little burn sings shrill and clear	N
	-
And loud all night the cock grouse talks	H
There's naught in heaven or earth to fear	N
The pit pat pattering of feet	M
A yelp a whistle and a bleat quot	M
And then she started up in bead	M
I felt her staring as she said	M
quot I wonder if he ever hears	H
The pit pat pattering of sheep	O
Or smells the broken bracke stalks	H
While she is lying sound asleep	O
Beside him after all these years	H
Just ninteen years this very night	M
Remembering and now his son	P
A man and never stood upright quot	M
	-
And then I heard a sound of tears	H
But dared not speak or let her know	Q
I'd caught a single whisper though	Q
I wondered long what she had done	P
That she should hear the pattering feet	M
And when those queer words in the night	M
Had fretted me half dead with fright	M
And set my throbbing head abeat	M
Out of the darkness suddenly	D
The crane's long arm swung over me	D
Among the stars high overhead	M
And then it dipped and clutched my bed	M
And I had not a breath to cry	D
Before it swung me through the sky	D
Above the sleeping city high	D
Where blinding stars went blazing by	D
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My mother hunching in her chair	E
Day long and stitching trousers there	E
At three and three the dozen pair	E
With quiet eyes and smooth white hair	E
You'd little think a yelp or bleat	M
Could start her or that she was weeping	R
So sorely when she thought me sleeping	R
She never tells me why she fears	H
The pit pat pattering of feet	M
All night along the moonlight road	M
Or what's the wrong that she has done	P
I wonder if 't would bring her tears	H
If she could know that I her son	P
A man who never stood upright	M
But all the livelong day must lie	D
And watch beyond the window pane	G
The swaying of the biggest crane	G
That I within its clutch last night	M
Went whirling through the starry sky	D

Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

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