Chimneypots Poem by Jim Scallan

The chimneypots silhouetted on the evening sky,
Fading shades of blue with passing clouds of pewter grey.
The fall of night in a small town,
The promise of another day.

The chatter of the people in the local
As life takes its own sweet time,
The Circadian rhythms of the universe
As the poet writes his rhymes.

The farmer talks of the price of sheep.
The quiet pause at the Angelus Bells,
The young girls compare their lipstick,
The poet thinks of life as well.