HEARTBEATS AND STONESA Poem by Phil Roberts
In the old part of town
There are still cobbled streets And at one time These streets were surrounded By living working mills Marking the towns heartbeat Twenty-four hours a day Seven days a week The machines hammered the air As the flying shuttles were cracked From side to side of the weft On more than a hundred looms It sounded like a battlefield And some would say it was But that was long ago And now the mills are dead The buildings still stand But inside they are broken Housing many more Modern endeavours And in one of these old buildings Within the same crusty bricks There's another world that lives In the dark hours at least There's a night club that throbs To the sound of bands playing Different rhythms for the town And the neon lights outside Shine on the same old cobble stones By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
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Added on October 19, 2016 Last Updated on October 19, 2016 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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