The cobbled streets
Where children played
Goodies v baddies
Where kings were slain
The terraced rows
Of worn brick homes
Swirling smoke
From chimneys rose.
Digging in dirt
Sticks and stones
Imagination wild
Pirate ships of old
A sea of grass
In fields closeby
A daily routine
To childs eye.
The bulldozers came
A wrecking crew
Dust and rubble
Was left to view
Community severed
Left far and wide
Now in memory
Thoughts to slide.