Where Will They Go To?Sunshine sparkling on the memorial to the dead
The dragon scowing down sourly from his post.
Theyre going to tear up the grass someone said
and replace it with flagstones, probably black and red!
Young people mingling with the ghosts of generations of passers-by. Shoppers,
tourists and those with the time
to enjoy the feel of the grass under an azure sky.
Where will they go to when it is no more?
Tarmac and stone to blanket the ground
where once the crocus and daffodil bloomed.
A new arena for skateboarders and bladers to flash around
with a muted cacaphony of rattling sound
echoing from the walls of Eldon Square;
that soulless slab of modern brick
which replaced the Georgian terrace that once stood there.
Where will you go to when it is no more.
Office workers out for lunch sprawl across the lawn
oblivious to the grass stains that smear and stain their dresses.
Two tramps in a corner who've been asleep since dawn
and a mother shouts her children with a voice like steel being sawn.
Courting couples entwine on benches oblivious to the town
while brash young men with shirts off sprawl in the sun
and teenage 'goths' darkly resplendent parade up and down.
Where will we go when it is no more
Dave G. Fawcett. 27th March 2002
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