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