You stand like a lily amongst weeds,
sowing the seeds
of joy and beauty.
Mayhem all around
and yet you abound
in blissful ignorance.
Tyres on tarmac
constantly droning, screeching, moaning.
Buses, cars, trams and trains,
never sleeping,
all keeping pollution going.
Mobile chats flowing.
The whole a tuneless monotone.....
And yet I hear those proud bells
chiming out the hour.
Proud, like that pure white flower.
Among weeds.....
Fran, a lovely descriptive poem with allows the reader to soak up the atmosphere of what is termed as sleepy England awoke to the peal of bells in Croyden. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. Hugs David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem in this crazy world we live in.We hear the important things eh? A 10 from me.