A Past Country
...We all felt we were immortal
Nothing would ever change
As a child of the village with
Acres of fields to range.
All these years later
So much has gone
Meadows under concrete
As time has moved...
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Categories:
footways, home, nostalgia, remember, sad,
Form: Rhyme
The Dawn of a City
...The dawn of a city
The dawn of a city.
With chirrupings of
those last left sparrows.
With husky sounds of the engines
Of those big fat wheels.
With the small kludge of people
Running b...
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Categories:
footways, art, beauty, cheer up,
Form: Free verse