Diesel And Dust Poem by Francesca Johnson
Diesel And Dust
Diesel and dust,
flaking castles and roses, and spots of rust.
Who said living on a narrow boat
would be glamorous?
But it’s a life
of balance.
Lowered standards, it’s true
but don’t forget, there’s another view
to be taken.
We’re not stirred or shaken
by the negatives.
There’s always a helping hand
and trust is a must.
There’s deep love, I’ve seen it,
between brother and brother,
and water mother
and daughter.
Humanity is the song they sing.
You always capture the mood and spirit with amazing clarity. Wonderful as always. ~Ray
A glorious tribute to the tough life, warts and all. Written with eloquence and an absence of clutter, you have certainly inspired me to come for a visit. Finely crafted poem. love, Allie xxxx
Forget the glamour, the appeal here shines through - no need for polish - you convey the affinity that exists betweend the natural world and the human spirit, and the harmony of a community bonded by a lifestyle afloat. I agree with Ivan, great economy of words that conveys so much. justine xx
Sounds pretty good to me. Get painting now, and smarten up 'Plod' and polish the brass. Give her love. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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Francesca, this is a wonderful cameo, powerfully written with an economy which speaks volumes... Rgds, Ivan