Nobody In Town Poem by Dollie Radford

I STAND upon my island home,
My island home in Regent Street,
And listen to the ceaseless foam
Of traffic breaking at my feet:
The sky above is clear and sweet,
The summer day is smiling down,
I muse upon it, and repeat
That there is nobody in town.
All day a living metronome
Keeps up a firm relentless beat,
All day the little children roam
Through airless alleys, in the heat;
All day the men and women meet
With tired eyes, and settled frown,
I marvel, in my safe retreat,
That there is nobody in town.
Ah world beneath the sky's blue dome,
In flannels white, and spotless gown,
Ah would that such a day might come,
When there was nobody in town.