The morning wakes 'neath winter skies
Still dark save for the lamps that shine,
As two men roll the dustbins down
Each pathway to the kerb,
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Done well Andrew, and using a form that appropriately dates to the period. It was like an alarmclock, but never set to please an early riser. Rgds, Ivan
Hi Andrew! ! I remember this. Got instant flashbacks as i began to read your poem! Thanks for sharing these memories past! Best regards, Friend Thad *10*! !
Like so many of your skillful works Andrew, this is no exception in offering its reader a glimpse into those by-gone days, and again it was as if I was watching all that was taking place BRILLIANT! ! Love duncan X
This dates back to the times when I was a child in the 1960's and used to watch the refuse collection from my bedroom window. Times have changed now of course. No longer do we have steel bins, no longer do the bin men collect your bin from your door and replace it there again afterwards. Call it progress but I'm not alone in thinking things were much better back then. Andrew
One would never think that one could write so much about dustbins, but you have captured this weekly scene so well. Well done indeed for this one. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX