Image by Mike Flemming.Copyright,
Cracks in pavements,cobbles,gutters,weeds
In the little street we children played
While nature fought back, spreading out wild seeds
Old women reached for grace with rosary beads
When I call.I don’t know what to say
Cracks in pavements,cobbles,gutters,weeds
Neighbours borrowed eggs and helped in need
What was my entire world has shrunk, decayed
Still nature fights back, flinging out wild seeds
The cobbles have been tarmacked till aggrieved
Here we once enjoyed school holidays
Cracks for insects,cobbles,gutters,weeds
Girls played with doll’s prams,boys disagreed
All the world was here, where’s left today?
While nature blackened, blasting out her seeds
Where are mother,father,oh dismay
I am old and they lie in the clay
Cracks in pavements,cobbles,gutters,weeds
Nature acts still, spreads out flying seeds
