Bollards to All That!

It's rarely quiet in my street;
First the new house (not complete)
With bricks, wheelbarrows and cement
And lorryload of men, intent

On plastering the inside walls
Installing switches, lights and doors ...
Meanwhile, at daybreak, a new team
Armed with pickaxes, now seem

Engaged upon a brand new task;
Their noisy thumping makes me ask
What have they now come here to do?
A row of bollards spring in view!

Discourteous parking has caused angst;
Our cul-de-sac's too narrow, thanks!
So now, when this truck drives away
Drivers can't nip by and stay...

This is a move which I applaud
The Commune listened – we have scored!
Our kerbstones will be free of wheels
It's people power – how good that feels!

(c) Poet in the woods 2019