Culture, Poetry, Writing

Town.

 

mancalley

This town is built in red brick

Chimney pots stand watch on every street

Behind houses cobbles deformed

Back yard gates mimic rainbows

On top coping stone walls

Sit cats forever vigil

Protecting their own

Dustbins stand ready

Bottles, plastic, boxes

Strewn at their feet

Sympathetic weeds push towards smoke filled sky

For they know surely a green path’s

More beautiful compared

To grey slimy stone

©paul

 

 

 

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