Letsby Avenue
The leaves rustle still in Letsby Avenue
Though how they do, no-one I know ever knew
Nobody crosses it, no-one walks through
And nobody lives there and never will do
Curtains hang limp for they’re torn and tattered
And pigeons now coo from where windows are shattered
Only young thugs will go anywhere near
Until the breeze calls, ‘Let’s be ’aving you... Dear.’
And only the one made it back home alive
Young Jake Malone did his best to survive
He told his tale once and then no more would speak
And one day they found him face down in the creek
The men with the dozers, they don’t come no more
They came in the nineties and three times before
Those long rusted dozers remain in the street
Left when their drivers took off on their feet
Men died where they fell while attempting to flee
Necks broken akin to a fall from a tree
So no houses fell to make way for the new
The leaves rustle still in Letsby Avenue
Long time ago in nineteen-O-one
Young Tyler Letsby would climb trees for fun
His mom called him down, Let’s be aving you... Dear
The fall broke his neck and she buried him here
The leaves rustle still in Letsby Avenue
Though how they do, no-one I know ever knew
For no trees now grow in that bleak avenue
Since the axe took them down in nineteen-O-two
28 August 2021
Contest: The Avenue
Sponsor: Julia Ward
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