poet John Wathen

John Wathen

Essex Town

Sitting in the cafe,
with a cup of tea and pie,
Looking at the car park,
gazing at the sky.
Grey clouds race, obscure the blue,
the rain is pouring down.
Life goes on as normal
in the little Essex town.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Poem Edited: Monday, May 2, 2011

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