Poem -

My little town

My little town

Fairy lights twinkling on the Christmas tree, warmth on a winters day, such a joy to see.. as the tall tree stands proud at the end of the street next to an old wooden bench where the local men meet..so they sit reminiscing from their bygone days, putting the world to rights with their chitter chattering ways

The same old men sit here each and every day in all kinds of weather, come what may.. but today as they are huddled in their warm coats and flat caps they feel the flush of festive friendship, these townsfolk chaps..all along the shop tops on either end of the lane, Christmas decorations wax and wane, hanging down on strings with all the cheeriness that brings..gently swaying in the chilly light breeze, casting silhouette shadows of colourful glees

My little town with it’s ancient market square was a hive of activity in olden times there.. horses with carts and carriages lined the little local lanes carrying agricultural bags of fodder, straw and grains.. alas those were the good old days, as the meeting of men tell their historic tales discussing generations before them with the  rises and fails