I remember the land the house i live in sat on
It was rugged wild and abandoned
The locals called it – The croft
The only sign of human existence before the docks? The job centre.
A place for last years sofa
broken tables and chairs
A repository for a town kids
Private street corner Den
Wildlife aplenty – hovering round skips
A free meal all wrapped up – abandoned fish and chips
As feathered friends hover across from the docks
Looking for spoils aside from the locks
But then comes the lorries – with builders in tow
and the kids and the wildlife are all dealt a blow
as the builders make new homes on the site of the croft
with fancy new windows and doors and lofts.
The kids may have gone – but they play in the street
whilst the wildlife – in gardens – they think its a treat!
as they live in the trees of their new abode
just by the site of the widened main road.
The Inkwell 