They streamed in
like creepers curling
round a great tree trunk
the young, the old
the agile, the wheelchaired
the glum and the smiling
the sky remained
glum too only
releasing a few tears
tea was supped
Pimms was enjoyed
cream teas devoured
children played games
old women talked
old men did nothing
money, much money
was made, hurrah
for that was its purpose really.
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Very nice, James. Good use of imagery. Interesting disclosure of the main theme in final stanza. Excellent. Warmest regards, CJ Heck