BLANKNEY RAIN The rain has stopped And silence falls On wet slate roofs And damp stone walls. Glass like patches streak the road Lit by a dim street light That casts its murky shadows As day gives way to night. Along the rusting iron fence Caught in the meagre light Hang rows of tiny raindrops Like jewels in the night. Water gurgles down the spout Of the long abandoned school And in the yard where children played It forms a watery pool. Slugs and snails now on the move Lazily slither and climb Along the paths and hedges Leaving behind their trail of slime. Mighty trees quench their thirst As water filters down to roots That nourish boughs in heavy leaf And nurture next years tender shoots. And in tomorrows morning sun The village will stir again Renewed, refreshed, replenished By the falling Blankney rain.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Aug 2013 09:17:27 +0000
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