Moving On

Day 20 of my annual review and a poem about London and songs about London too!

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: Suits 2 via photopin (license) photo credit: Suits 2 via photopin(license)

London calling, clarion sound;
Sweet perfume
Of the dirty old river.
Suburban debris
That flows to your heart,
Like so much flotsam and jetsam
Caught in the whirlpools.
These eddies within crowds
That cry out.
But don’t know
What it is to be free.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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