from inkdrop – poetry, places and events
In order to save their bosses some cash
the boys in charge of pruning
on the posh side of the road
gave the walkways arbors
really serious hair cuts
people were amused (or aghast)
as the trees they walked past
cautiously walking over in their shoes, pumps or boots
raised bricks caused by lumps of the trees roots.
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
A poem by inky, originally appeared on Allpoetry.com
Feel free to tell us your thoughts.
They created a crossing
over the river, that bended, bobbed and weaved
gave it nice hot shiny rivets, to hold it together
ending with a lick of paint to make it shiny
then as the builders worked on their plots
houses and houseboats appeared by the canalside
even a big ship or three
resting by the side of the water, so
when a new road was needed
over the water a new crossing went, the
road going over the water with ease. Opened by the
king, queen or some other noble, they noticed the
incredible way the bridges worked aiding
naval ships and big trading vessels to
get from a to b with ease
Following on Nicely from my piece on the bridge at Salford Quays
Here’s a piece of poetry from my Allpoetry Archive
Hope you like it 🙂
