Old Shanty Town Poem by Ernestine Northover

Old Shanty Town

Rating: 5.0


With the heat of the sun,
As it fiercely beats down,
There's no shade to be won,
In this old Shanty Town.

The rough row of shacks,
To be seen up and down,
Are riddled with cracks,
In this old Shanty town.

The winds, blowing hard,
Send the tumbleweed down,
To take over a graveyard,
In this old Shanty Town.

And weird echoes resound,
Through doors broken down,
And no welcome is found,
In this old Shanty Town.

Once a horse and its rider,
Came sauntering down,
In the hope of cool cider,
In this old Shanty Town.

That's when there were folk,
Who walked up and down,
And slept and awoke,
In this old Shanty Town.

But these times have flown,
And it's drab and rundown,
And one's all on one's own,
In this old Shanty Town.

© Ernestine Northover

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andrew Blakemore 10 January 2009

Great poem Ernestine, loved the rhyme and structure and beautiful imagery too. Love, Andrew xx

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A factory of Wwellcoordinated imagery makes this ghost town of sorts spring alive in masterful grandueur.....as always, & for what else should i expect... superior work, Ernestine! '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/FJR

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Duncan Wyllie 20 July 2006

Dear Ernestine This has a rythmic flow to it, all touched by an air of loneliness, you have such a fine art about you Love duncan X

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Declan McHenry 20 July 2006

Ernestine, very balladic. This would work well placed to music. A well portrayed environment. Grand.

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