Down my Street


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.


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