Looking around I see things changed
landscape so different, it’s rearranged,
what once were here, part of my past
I thought was built to always last.
Casting my view to yonder field
I see now stands a brand new build,
where once in corn I used to play
estates of houses there now lay.
Closing my eyes to memories known
in disbelief how this towns grown,
times are recorded when I was young
before this growth of concrete sprung.
Walking to where I used to live
so many thoughts my mind now give,
would my old house still exist
or simply have vanished, like a mist?
Many years have since now flown
what of home will I be shown?
where as a child I lived and grew
maybe as the rest it’s new.
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Comments
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Thank you for your entry in the contest. A very interesting poem that says so much about todays society.
All the best in the judging.
Sue and jeff
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So true for many areas now-build build build-though for the moment with the financial climate in a mess matbe things will slow up.
My place of birth was Dagenham and they say that our flats are still standing-with replacememnt windows!
Good strong write witha message-
Hilly xxx
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You do have a strong point in this poem. Things do change, and it changes fast. Not even I can find my old birth place any longer.
I liked it before, when you had cute small houses, now its all bricks and glass. Dosent even look good to the eye.
Best of luck in the contest!
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A fine piece.
It is kind of sad to go back and see that things are so altered. I understand this well
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