.3. Devils Live Here Poem by David Threadgold

.3. Devils Live Here

Rating: 5.0


No paint on the planks
They make up the walls
Of battered old buildings
Where nobody calls

Dust for the street
When it blows makes you cough
Beside every building
A rail and horse trough

Nobody lives here
Long since turned to seed
A home for dust devils
And the odd tumbleweed

© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ann Beard 03 February 2009

A well written feel of old and deserted. Kind regards Ann

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Catrina Heart 03 February 2009

fine imagery and great riddles and rhymes as always David...10/10

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