ALL OUR YESTERDAYS... (My poem inspired by Leigh Lambert's painting...)

 ‘All Our Yesterdays’ 

(after a painting by Leigh Lambert…)

Comparatively

Few vehicles cramp into streets

And thus a ball can be kicked

In the road, against gutters,

No noticeable restrictions

But it threatens unsuspecting windows,

Inevitably…

Comparatively,

Folks care for their gardens

And thus a prize can be gained

From the council, which matters.

Neighbourliness seems unrestrained

And a Ford Anglia simply glows,

Inevitably…

Pete Ray

My street was fine for kicking a ball about in and the nearby windows served to improve my ball control…

WHERE I WOULD KICK A TENNIS BALL ABOUT...

My parents won the council’s third prize in the road for their front garden, just once…

Neighbours maybe seemed to be more of a community when I was younger.

And my first car was indeed a Ford Anglia: 

NAC 759 F… 

MY FORD ANGLIA...