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The Concrete Jungle

The city is a dirty and polluted concrete jungle

It is  a place, where grime and graffiti

smear  the streets

rubbish, thrown to the floor

will stay there for days or maybe  weeks

bins

 so full

 that they spill out onto the pavement

garbage, dumped in an alley, gives off a pungent smell

that floats through the air

rats can be seen scurrying across the floor

as they go in search of their next meal

pigeons  cooing on the roof tops

fly off

leaving their mess of droppings behind

the air polluted,  by the fumes of  traffic and factories

as they discard their waste into the atmosphere

this what the concrete jungle has to offer

Copyright © Karen Sabourn | Year Posted 2009



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Fond Memories

Taking a stroll  together, 
 down the  old country lane,
Brings back many  memories  from   when  we were kids,
Remembering,  how we use to  run through  the fields,
Racing each other and dodging the cow  pats,
It  certainly kept  us fit, 
And  not forgetting the  times, when we would come home wet and muddy
After playing  down  at  the brook jumping  the stepping stones,
Some times   we would come home with  cuts and bruises 
Because we had been climbing trees and pretending we were monkeys,
And when we got hungry,
We would  sit under a shady tree and
 eat our sandwiches and share a bottle of pop, 
Summer time was the best
With long days and warm nights.

Copyright © Karen Sabourn | Year Posted 2018

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Extremist

Extremist

Yet again blood spills out onto the streets
It’s another attack on innocent people
The extremists are at work again
Killing and maiming people
Men, women and children, it doesn’t matter
These people
The extremists, they have no respect for the human race
Their minds, filled with hatred and evil
Their belief is based upon destruction
These extremists are the devil’s disciples
They will not stop, whilst under his command

Copyright © Karen Sabourn | Year Posted 2016

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The Owl

The Owl 
The Owl is a mysterious bird
He is like a vampire who hunts by night and sleeps by day
A bird so rarely seen and yet still be heard
Somewhere in a tree he sits
 But which tree
Nobody knows
There he sits listening and looking
as he waits  for his meal
Suddenly there's movement on the ground
With one fast swoop he catches his prey
And off into the night he flies away

Copyright © Karen Sabourn | Year Posted 2007


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