Post by cornirog on Jul 27, 2010 6:12:50 GMT -5
The mines have long
gone the empty
church bells
chime for
six o’clock
still
wet empty streets
dormant but
for the old man
stick and flat cap
heavily leaning on
a
pedestrian
barrier
the local with
boarded up
windows
stands another
shell in a lost
community
no children’s song
lifting in the
breeze no
smiling
mothers leaning
into
prams and
push chairs
nothing only
bullet grey
sky and
memories
of the old days
full of stories
when people had
hope.
gone the empty
church bells
chime for
six o’clock
still
wet empty streets
dormant but
for the old man
stick and flat cap
heavily leaning on
a
pedestrian
barrier
the local with
boarded up
windows
stands another
shell in a lost
community
no children’s song
lifting in the
breeze no
smiling
mothers leaning
into
prams and
push chairs
nothing only
bullet grey
sky and
memories
of the old days
full of stories
when people had
hope.