A Poem about where i live
By Katie & Chris...fellow Thurcastonites.
An electrical store which nobody needs,
Neighbours garden full of weeds
Richard hill, a sleeping pill,
An empty garage with a dusty till
Pokey pub, mind your head,
Old people, beer and spider webbs
A lonely bench, out in the cold,
A bridal path through fields of gold
Starry nights, ice cold air
Smashed phone box, kids dont care
I run by as the neighbours stare
Through windows of patterened grey
Gazing out on a rainy day
not sure ifs its finished or if its still got more to come...
An electrical store which nobody needs,
Neighbours garden full of weeds
Richard hill, a sleeping pill,
An empty garage with a dusty till
Pokey pub, mind your head,
Old people, beer and spider webbs
A lonely bench, out in the cold,
A bridal path through fields of gold
Starry nights, ice cold air
Smashed phone box, kids dont care
I run by as the neighbours stare
Through windows of patterened grey
Gazing out on a rainy day
not sure ifs its finished or if its still got more to come...