New Mills No Frills Handy for the Hills

I’ve fallen out of love with New Mills

It’s worn out the promise I made in the hills

 

Pavement-side wing mirrors getting broken

Limited edition badges yanked and stolen

Breaking, taking, hurting, hurling

 

Plastic wrapped dog shit hanging dangling

Playing field hedgerows stealth dismantling

Greedy, sneaky, selfish, careless

 

Stone walls built when the town was new

Demolished, deconstructed by who knows who,

Shouting, pounding, cracking, smashing

 

Pavements that aren’t safe to walk on

Drivers accepting they are more important

Speeding, impeding, smirking, honking

 

There are more takers than there are givers

More problems than solutions can deliver

Litter pickers’ hands are now outpaced

By the people’s propensity for waste.

◄ Clear Out

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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 10th Feb 2018 15:09

Hello Alison, your name is beautifully informative, I hope it's true.

There was/is a town outside Londonderry in Northern Ireland called New Buildings, it got the name as that is how people always referred to it when asked for directions. It was a dull and dreary place and somehow it reminds me of the place you describe.

No-one could even muster the interest to give it a name, and I think somehow that attitude is quite common these days regarding the places we should love and call home.

I like the poem.

David.

Tony Hill

Sat 10th Feb 2018 14:28

Enjoyed this, Alison, and some of your previous posts. Tony

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Brian Maryon

Sat 10th Feb 2018 13:43

Good stuff. A sad indictment of the times I'm afraid, but don't let the bastards grind you down.

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