It's fun to gaze up in the sky
And watch amazing clouds morph by
Or flocks of birds swoop round the trees
Which ruffle in the unseen breeze.
But for a change my gaze goes down
On the granite cobbles in the town
Another world lies at our feet
There are messages in every street.
Wild flowers clamber through the cracks;
Thrusting tendrils, tough, make tracks
In summer there's a fine display
As Mother Nature has her way.
Man also leaves a mark or two
Have you noticed all that flattened “glue”?
Discarded chewing gum is rife
And resists the cleaner's sharpest knife!
Not to mention half-smoked cigarettes
Dejections everywhere, from pets,
Their careless owners must be blind;
Yes - walking in the street is mined.
Yet, bear with me, and use your eyes
You may be in for a surprise
Sometimes a tiny coin has rolled
Between the stones – so you touch gold!
(c) Poet in the woods 2016