She sat at the gate every day
Watching people coming in
And out of the town.
A stranger arrived early one evening
Went up to her and said,
“I have travelled far
I need to rest,
What are the people like in this town?”
She responded
“ From where did you come?”
“From a town called Netherly,
The people in there are awful.
They will not help you,
They never smile,
Just go their own way,
Not caring for others at all!”
“Well I think that you will find
That those in this town
Will be much the same”.
Another stranger arrived
Went up to her and said,
“I have travelled far
I need to rest,
What are the people like in this town?”
She responded
“ From where did you come?”
“From a town called Netherly,
The people in there are wonderful.
They will always offer help,
They are always smiling,
They go out of their way
To care for others.”
“Well I think that you will find
That those in this town
Will be much the same.”
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I leave you to draw your own conclusions.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
A fine write Gold. We know how the folk are in Hastings!
Thanks Orchi. We surely do, I found them fine but you struggled - I did say not to sing!
I discovered (or re-discovered) a Hastings Close in our town, tucked away in a corner.
Its the differences that make the world go round.. well that's my conclusion and I'm sticking with it.... Nice one sir....... Neville
Thank you Neville, yes if we were all the same the world would be a boring place.
true enough
Another Goldfinch pearl of wisdom imparted here..... you should include it within a book of some of your works entitled "Teachings from my river"
Lateef was one of the first jazz musicians i listened to. He has traversed a huge music spectrum. Try your ears on this one :-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z86CTZK5lO4
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