Echoes of A Northern Town

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A shorter poem about my feelings upon returning to where I lived as a very small child and finding it almost demolished along with a lot of the surrounding buildings.

I had moved away for a while and on a whim decided to go back there.

A strange and surreal poem as well. This one even ryhmes sometimes......

Submitted: December 08, 2007

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Echoes of a Northern town
The sun rises over the shattered houses
Bombed out loved out in their desperation
There is no one around here these days
Not even the trains bother to stop at the station
The sky is empty over this street
The birds don’t feed here anymore
They’ve seen the light and taken flight
Leaving notes pinned to their door
The voices of ghosts echo round this street
Voices of a time gone by
If you listen hard late at night
You can hear the wind asking why
The hanging gallows groan late at night
The heartbroken echoes of a thousand dead souls
Missing the light of salvation
They left for greener shores
Celluloid dreams flicker on a terrace wall
Preaching its dreams to a few dead trees
If someone happened this way
They look shudder and move away
For this is harsh reality.
Boneman
Boneman productions 1998/2007


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