Greenlane Poetry

All Saints 3pm
Bad Day
Bar des Sports, Charly-sur-Marne
Before and After the Watershed
Call to Witness
Carte Postale
Charlie
Clerk of Works
Dog in the Night
Easter Saturday at Festubert
Fargate
Force Nine
Forge Island
Four Chimneys
Half Empty
Homeward Bound
In Glen Howe Park
In Provence
Incident
Kilner's Bridge
Last Train
Lilac Time
Magpies
Mungy Lane
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North Line
Nurses
Outfield
Painting By Numbers
Patriots
Per Ardua
Pioneers
Release
Rememberings
Routine Visit
Runner
September
Silent Snakes
Spring Training
Start-1
Students in Crookesmoor
The Don at Swinton
The Festive Season
The Runners in the Fields
The Seasons
Treatment Days
Trips to the Seaside
Up Train
Valley Mist
Weston Park
What Love Is
Winthrop Park

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Pioneers

Today we trudge the wintry road to
shopping precinct parked-up bright with shining
lunch-time cars with houses rearing in a sparkling
light the frost releases in this early spring

It is not hard to tell the houses of the older folk
the pioneers who first moved in when
this was scrubland oak and farm-field green
you can tell them by the colour of the flowers
not the fashion now and seldom seen

Slow-moving cats in summer heat
climbing roses by the door now faintly
strains of music playing daytime television sirens
mourn beneath the birch leaves drifting

You tell them by the unkempt lawn the chequered cars
and quiet order open doors no rush but
blue lights flashing parked beside the hedge
you tell them when reality intrudes with
next to come the short cortege