Sidney Beck Poet Verse

The Islands of Imagination

THE   ISLANDS   OF   IMAGINATION

Our  trek was in the mind, no ifs or buts : 
Our trek was amongst the yards of trading estate factories.
First factory had piles of metal off-cuts    -
Pick ‘em up with ease  -

With  brass or chrome machine parts imperial -
Gold and silver from the  Indies’  isles.
Then the shirt factory’s end-of-run yards of material 
And excess thread  on huge bobbins, all styles  - 

Brocades and muslins from Ophir.
Tyre factory offered piles of sheet rubber to Zeus,
Aztec latex  offerings to the gods of  myrrh.
Factories like islands offering their exotic  produce.

Between the factories rusty railtracks, the best, 
With oceans of wildflowers for mum, more than enough.
Today’s computers find imagined treasure chests 
On make-believe game islands…but we found real stuff.

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Note….as  boys we often went hunting thru the yards of factories collecting interesting  stuff being  thrown out

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Janis Medders Tobechi March 22, 2017 at 1:30 PM This is a great write. I enjoyed reading it several times. a 7 Sidney Beck March 22, 2017 at 1:51 PM Thanks for your very kind remarks....I am happy that you liked my stuff....best wishes