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Poetry

Green Machine

The Green Machines in town

by B.F. Kirkham

Riding on through a northern street

Picking up the plastics and paper so neat

four urban cowboys – you’re in for a treat

The Green Machines in town

Bundling paper you would throw away

Boxing the plastics you would let go astray

and turning them into stuff – so the kids can play

The Green Machines in town

Driving down streets as quiet as can be

powered by Veggies or a battery

and refueled by solar while the ops have their tea

The Green Machines in town

The best thing about it ? Its clean Energy

and when using the veg fuel – its mostly free

so its saving the planet (or occasional tree)

The Green Machines in town

So on early mornings – its beating the sun

and its crew are loading it up as one

whether its paper (blue) or glass/plastics (brown)

you’ll recognize the almost familiar sound….

The Green Machines in town

Categories
Poetry

Collect

#socs #collect

items around a room – connect

common nik naks from different spaces

different things the people collect

treated with the upmost respect

on shelves the nik nak presence graces

as others pass and then inspect

and on the shelf – the humble object

with others are cleaned in their places

should elders eyes turn at them and reject

Categories
Animals Birds Poetry

On Patrol

The black feathered aviators are out on patrol again

You could call them “The flying squad”

Keeping the streets of Salford Quays

free from the menace of breadcrumbs

as they clean a square metre in five minutes flat

passing professors doing their sums

and staring as if to say – “What’re you lookin’ at ?”

while seagulls know not to pounce or enter a fight

with the flying squad – they’ll get a fright

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Heritage Historical History

Capture it….

Enthusiasm

Young minds wondered aimlessly

around the museum space

hearing the sounds around them

as they found their place

 

The colour returned – to their eyes

upon seeing my trolley – to my surprise

and hearing a colleague veterans tale

it was like we’d found the holy grail

 

Stories were told as they wore the hats

and genuine interest grew from these cats

as enthusiasm blossomed around our bit

The teacher wanted to bottle it…

 

For as the veteran told his tale

the enthusiasm blossomed without fail

and communication started tween young and old

as a tale of the home front it was told.