A work in progress.
A new new year of hopes the ways will remain much the same
No one of the maces high born or lowly born had thoughts of war
They thought of the spring to come , thinking of the summer that would follow
Thanet , the beeches , cold , only dogs walked , gulls , looked for scraps
The beeches , free of seasonal visitors
Come the spring and summer , the beeches would be packed hardly any room
For late arrivals , summer months that year of 1914 were to be record hot
Peoples from London town , thronging the harbor , strolling , the prom
Illicit liaisons , consummated in the boarding houses , Mr and Mrs Smith
No embarrassing questions asked!
The locals making ends meet , getting living from sea , working on the
Looking forward to fleecing the expected holiday makers come spring and
Summer
Local farms scathing a living as best they could
The New Year had a look of same old sameness , thus as it was supposed to be
August 1914 , was to change all that , for ever!
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2014-01-02 at 09:19
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NEW YEAR 1914
The year had turned from 1913 to 1914A new new year of hopes the ways will remain much the same
No one of the maces high born or lowly born had thoughts of war
They thought of the spring to come , thinking of the summer that would follow
Thanet , the beeches , cold , only dogs walked , gulls , looked for scraps
The beeches , free of seasonal visitors
Come the spring and summer , the beeches would be packed hardly any room
For late arrivals , summer months that year of 1914 were to be record hot
Peoples from London town , thronging the harbor , strolling , the prom
Illicit liaisons , consummated in the boarding houses , Mr and Mrs Smith
No embarrassing questions asked!
The locals making ends meet , getting living from sea , working on the
Looking forward to fleecing the expected holiday makers come spring and
Summer
Local farms scathing a living as best they could
The New Year had a look of same old sameness , thus as it was supposed to be
August 1914 , was to change all that , for ever!
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 627 times
Written on 2014-01-02 at 09:19
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