The Grocer's Shop Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
The Grocer's Shop
The grocer's shop has closed upon this straight and narrow lane,
Leading from the high street past the field,
Where the chilly wind did blow the ring of changes through,
The town that does no longer seem to yield.
No friendly face to welcome all the people passing by,
No longer do they walk there anymore,
For now the shop is empty but its memories linger on,
As does the faded 'closed' sign on the door.
The shelves forever empty now and cleared of all the stock,
Upon the glass is scrawled a 'thank you' note,
To all the loyal customers so faithful to the end,
The final words that grocer ever wrote.
And now the peeling painted sign that bears the grocer's name,
As time does pass just slowly fades away,
Yet still I see the oranges and apples placed outside,
With cabbages and carrots on display.
I think that Thad says it best and with wisdom, , Progress is an over-used word these days and it can often be used out of context, when we are talking about a profound and meaningful way of life that could be in the way of its road Thankyou Andrew Love duncan X
Progress sometimes takes more than it gives, nice write Andrew! *10*! ! Thad
Thank you for this important historical write... lest we not forget how local communities gathered...loyally....
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4/25/2024 8:51:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A great picture painted here by your expressive words. The imagery is so clear that it invaded my mind. Lovely brush strokes. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX