Treasure Island

Dave Alan Walker

(Pudsey, Leeds)

Pudsey Market Place


How I love the memories
of old Pudsey Town
I used to love market day
Saturday was the best

I used to buy
records and sheet music
sometimes even a tie

Now it's like a ghost town
walking through the market


torn to pieces all it's character gone
nothingness amplified
like seashells without sand

Shame on the powers that be
for making it like this

Submitted: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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  • Anthony Di''anno (9/5/2013 1:47:00 PM)

    Ah I grew up on Fagley Estate and used to walk through the woods to Pudsey quite often. Sad that the market has gone. Soon there will only high street corporate crap to shop at. Well written :) (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (9/3/2013 5:20:00 AM)

    The changing nature of society is found everywhere as austerity tightens all our belts. Only pay day loan company's seem to make money now. (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (9/1/2013 12:37:00 PM)

    change is the abhorrence by nature, ability not to change is inertia we always go for change this is the mixed pickle and tasty one thank u (Report) Reply

  • Poetheart Morgan (8/29/2013 10:17:00 PM)

    one of my favorite places became
    with time also. If it was for the better......
    When I go there I feel like crying (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (8/29/2013 11:42:00 AM)

    A thriving market place turned into a ghost town. Sheer neglect and shift of industries and jobs makes this happen. It is always related to poor planning by town. Nice poem. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (8/29/2013 3:02:00 AM)

    All things physical replaced by all things virtual, records, books, sheet music ... all relics disappearing in
    an age of web downloads. More people, less.possessions, more virtual power, and virtual memories. (Report) Reply

  • Pradip Chattopadhyay (8/29/2013 1:40:00 AM)

    nothingness amplified
    like seashells without sand

    there never could be a stronger imagery for describing a ghost town!
    kudos, Dave. (Report) Reply

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