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BEING PART OF AN EMPRESHANIST PAINTING

While I were sat outside a cafe
What we call a gresey spone
Thoue of course the cafe was
Spotley clean I hasan to add!
I thort I'd have a cigeret sat
At a table outside
While I waited for my roast pork
Lunch to be cooked

I rolde my cigeret
The cafe were on the corner Southeastern Road
And Grange Road
Has I lit up my handmade cigeret
I look up into the sky
The sky were heavey blue - the cloudes white as
As if made of wool not cotton

Houses - shops - cars - coulers vivid - and of course The Loop
Passing by before me - up too Margate - down too Ramsgate harbor
To and throw along Grange Road
In my mind - became a canvice
As if a great Impressionist painter were at work
The coulers brillant
And I were one of chariters the painter were painting

Strange as it may read to you dear reader
Thats how were this early Monday affternoon

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith ov Thanet

Poetry by ken d williams