Somewhere In England - Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Up to the minute with recent schemes
and giving great thought to their actions,
builders intend to lend a strong hand
to modernize a terrace of mansions.
The structures are slightly Gothic in style
with amenities fit for the Jet Set...and
these nineteenth century dwelling-houses
will be offered for sale or for rent.
Builders are tired, 'though happier still
repairing the blocks and the mortars,
and soon there will be palaces of dreams
gifts for wealthy men's daughters.
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