The early evening
Glistens in rain
The tower blocks
Wheeze their pain
The sound of laughter
Nearby it fades
The rain it runs
To dirty drains.
Streets lights flicker
As if dressed in silk
The shiny doorsteps
Await the milk
Delivered by
A happy man
Whose cart it rumbles
An age old van.
From the Quay
Seagulls screech
The waves to lash
Upon the beach
To the Old Wall
Built a century ago
The fishermen with
Their nets in tow.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments5
Good write N. Was you there in person when they built that wall? lol.
I am older than the wall lol
lol.
So nicely written this poem paints a picture of a seaside that I have frequented before and feel a longing to return to. Lovely
much appreciated, thanking you
Most welcome
As you know, I am a big fan of rhyming and you never disapoint me. Another great write, Thanks for the smile!
very kind comments, much appreciated and many thanks
lovely poem...describes our old town very well indeed.
thanking you, much appreciated my friend
described so well that one can actually visualize it...enjoyed the read
most kind thanks and much appreciated
welcome, as always
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