Wednesday, 29 September 2010
Friday, 17 September 2010
There’s been a death in the opposite house
Family members have taken time
To rip out all the furniture
And throw it in a skip.
Maud was the little old lady
We hardly knew her at all.
Now what represented her life on earth
Is piled outside her front door.
Anything valuable they decide to keep
Or maybe Oxfam can pick through it
I see the look of relief all around
As they make one final trip to the tip.
Wednesday, 8 September 2010
As I heard a strange clacking sound
Seemed like heavy rain drops
But it was the walkers going past
Click, click, tap, tap, click
Their poles hit the street.
Every Wednesday we see them
As they stride out together
Five female friends
On a weekly adventure
They never miss
They think of it all the time.
The poles give them strength
Their walk unites them in rhythm
Their longed-for escape
From the noise and nonsense of their lives
I hear their faint chattering now
As they disappear from my view.