I remember what I saw when I was young,
five, going on six, sat in the back
of a Ford Anglia, skating
through Coventry in wintertime.
Twenty years since the war,
and still whole streets in ruins.
Or was it slum clearance,
making way for decent homes,
bulldozers and cranes in full swing,
my parents, stiff-backed in front,
working hard to put things right?
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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