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Ten Year Old Face
The croquet loop shaped building ,
is lying on its side .
Opposite stands the rusted metal diamonds ,
that form an infant abused fence .
The night is staunch ,
black mist has inherited the moons glistening .
The gentle ,
but temperimental ,
ballad like ,
whistling wind ,
fills you with an incredulous haunting ,
the beaten tarmac all pourous and grim ,
very daunting .
The artificial light emitting pole ,
stands over the playground ,
impaling years of emotion on it .
As it casts its feeble light ,
over the spar chipped yard ,
crisp packets skip and hop intermitantly ,
across the vast hopscotch painted slab .
The white decaying , lathed fence ,
is bent over to its ultimate ,
the sound of its pitiful creaking ,
very definate .
The curates house stands isolated all alone ,
window frames rotten ,
slates broken ,
pointing missing from the stone .
My nostalgia carries me to this place ,
my emotions are still there ,
it doesn't need my ten year old face ,
to complete the picture ,
or maybe its a trace .
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Published 22nd Dec 2009
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