A Town Called Beyond

Little town do not frown, this is no country circus, there are no smiling clowns, please wear that pretty party gown One road in and one road out to get us all about, a spin around the roundabout, you wandering gadabout In the fields are sweat stained bodies toiling, tempers boiling, tilling drought ridden fields of hardened, unforgiving soil The sheep and cows patrol the never ending pastures, while eating off the local plate for them there's no escape Machinery working overtime, thrashing, cutting, relentlessly taking full grown life, never stopping till the farmhands bedtime Lonely streets sits waiting for any sign of life, a mother and baby, perhaps the vicars wife, this sense of isolation rife There's silence running all around as if this place has come to rest, upon this sandy ground leading to the west Though far into the distance a desperate howl is heard, it chills me to the bone, i'm ashen faced and all a feared The hotel sits just off the street, a bleak and sad reminder, a bitter taste of yesteryears, when the darts team played a blinder Yet in amongst this emptiness there is a rose filled garden, with scents, bouquets and vibrant blooms that tantalise my weary senses, oh sweet oasis, so please i beg your pardon For decent, honest people are living here today, to earn the pay so they will stay, their children with a place to play But having left the garden it's the lonely sound of tumbleweed, blowing down the empty streets and through my head, I must take heed Before the spiteful dust returns to seed, making plants that cry and bleed