We Gotta Get Out Of This Place…
(Inspired by Leigh Lambert’s painting…)
A very few vehicles parked hint at changes being made
To the British industrial day. Why, even the industrial
Chimneys seem to have retreated
And a once glum, smoggy sky hovering over lives in shade
Has cleared to puff out neat white clouds, surreal
Above the factorial housing and the gossip being repeated.
The very few children hint at more freedom being gained,
Spilled from an upturned bin and a rubbish life,
An escape from the playing of pavement games like
Hopscotch and skipping, restricted and restrained,
Yet causing a minimum of neighbourhood strife
Whilst kicking a ball about or riding a three-wheeled bike…
And The Animals watch as the burden of childhood in grey
Loosens its shackles to form a cheery parade
Of kids on scooters and bikes in a spectacular array
Of colours, turning a corner to the future, no longer afraid.
They are getting out of that place, if it’s the last thing they do,
From dull industrial backstreets into territory new…
Pete Ray
4th August 2025…
MY STREET, BAMVILLE ROAD, WARD END, BIRMINGHAM.
VIRTUALLY NO CARS. CLEAN PAVEMENTS.
I AM WITH RON, THE NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR...
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