My Town Poem by Sheena Blackhall
My Town
Huge juggernauts of oil ships
Cast garish lights over a black sea
The map of my city has changed
The shoreline bends like an iron bar
To accommodate mighty cruisers
But we live in hope
That the magician of public funding
Will pull a rabbit from the hat.
Without letting the cat out of the bag
We launch bottles stuffed with wishes
Hoping they'll come to land in the Central Belt
The fount of all the treats that go a-begging
A beautiful write that vividly describes the town and its tormenting sight. It is commendable that its citizens are making efforts for its welfare....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/6/2024 10:29:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The style really isn't much different than prose with a few line breaks. In the following lines it sounds as if you and those who are with you are just causing more pollution: - We launch bottles stuffed with wishes Hoping they'll come to land in the Central Belt -...........hmmm I wonder