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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