Is roofless now, I see the sky
But rain in torrents fell this week
So what's left of the floor looks bleak!
More broken masonry and dust
Old iron girders, fraught with rust
And shelving, once locked on the wall
Now lie outside – no use at all.
March weather dampens workmen's clothes
Huge pile of rubble comes and goes
Wheelbarrow loads cart powdered grime
And the skip is emptied one more time...
On Sunday, briefly out comes sun
My snap shows raindrops on the run
A concrete mixer stands in wait ...
My party wall's in parlous state!
A group of Scouts, like garden gnomes
Sit outside on cobblestones...
Dog walkers stare at gaping hole;
We're still a long way from our goal!
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
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