Newhaven Town
Newhaven
This is the town that time sank,
Grey shades of dust on riverbanks,
where the gulls they flock a'frenzy
Those were the shops the road choked,
accessible through a haze of exhaust smoke,
each building there now stands empty,.
This is the land where the trash burns,
This small stretch of boozers and cab firms.
And a ferry port for entry.
This is the town of Newhaven,
and I doubt there's a thing that can save 'em,
for the money it left with the gentry.
Copyright © Scott Macdonald | Year Posted 2017
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