A Vision of the Old Days

My Great grand dad was a musician, he used to play the piano for the silent movies. Isn't it amzaing how people we never really knew, and are no longer here can still be or muse?

A Vision of the Old Days

 

Walking in the streets at night,

Snuffing out the lights.

Musicians in the cinema,

Homes not too far.

 

The air is damp,

The rain plunders down,

Need to buy a Penny Black stamp,

From the other side of town.

 

The streets are cobbled,

The wagon wheels wobbled.

Horses chomp at the bit,

Their hooves are full of grit.

 

Girls in cameo broaches,

Travelling in coaches,

Riding in the park,

Until the silhouette of dark.

 

                     Date:  09 June 2012 ©

Author's Note

Thank you for taking the time to read my poem.

Reviews

[Relic]

I can picture the scenes you describe very well. There is a romantic aura about the times you speak. A time when things were so much more simple. That's very interesting about your great grand dad too. I've seen plenty of silent films, perhaps it was him playing the music. Great poem Angela.

[Angela L Garratt]

Thank you so much for your kind words. I am very proud of my great grand dad, I would like to think that my passion for the arts has stemmed from him.

[Relic]

I wouldn't doubt it. You're welcome.

[Sami Khalil]

I like those visions of the olden times. The old cobblestones, the old carts, the horse-driven carriages, the silent movies and the simpler times...A splendid poem....:)......

[Angela L Garratt]

Thank you so much. I love history. I am working on my second novel at the moment, Blood and Cinders. It has a hint of the paranormal, but it's very much about life in the workhouse set in the 1820's.

[Sami Khalil]

Wonderful. You are welcome...:)........