writing

The Church Grounds

Blustery gusts of air

Rustle the trees and mess up our hair

The pavement path below

Helps people find a place to go

 

Past the heartless hedge

That hides the concrete ledge

In front of the old house that’s been made new

Waits a chatty queue

 

Like a route that you know

The carpark gives you a place to go

Not just for cars and driving through

But a regular sport rendezvous

 

Thud goes the basketball

Then hesitant clapping from inside the hall

A sense of achievement is loud

When points are scored by a member of the crowd

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