VEIW OF AN EMPTY STREET


Cold and damp is the morning in mind,
Quiet as the grave if you were here you’d find.
From the top of Nobles Rock, a clear view of a street,
No parked cars, no bikes, no clatter of feet.

The rain had fallen from rooftops to ground,
Geese flying in the distance, without any sound.
Shop windows light up for early doors,
As the wind gushes in off the cold open moors.

This is my little town surrounding that street,
Strange folk a plenty, yet some nice to meet.
It’s lovely to see whilst sat here on my own,
Let time not change it, it’s my life, my home.