Dave Chessher

Rookie (Southend)

Holyhead - Poem by Dave Chessher

A town without a single hope
Nowhere to shop
Nowhere to go

There is not a care
Empty shops just sitting there
They’d rather see this place
Disappear without a trace

Second hand shops popping up everywhere
Nine of them, we do despair
Any more within this town
We will be walking
In each other’s gowns

They’re putting stores
Right out of reach
This could be an amazing place to be

Where will we be in 5 years time?
All closed up and nothing to find
Where does it leave this historic place?
Left to sink without a trace

So what happened to this nice old town?
It’s now a race track with the shops closing down

Some bright spark had a great idea
Open it to vehicles
Let them race up here
They’re now speeding up this old town
Trying to knock the pedestrians down

This stupid idea may cost a life
They don’t care, they think its fine
It’s like running the gauntlet, every day
Hurry up let’s move out of their way
Let’s hope they realise before it’s too late

So where does it leave this historic town?

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 23, 2010

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