Eviction
Fourteen chairs in my garden and I’m the only one
Sitting in a deckchair, writing in the sun.
There are daisies in the grass and flowers in their beds.
I spy some weeds a-growing and some dandelion heads.
This scenery is picturesque and yet its scent is sorrow.
Indoors I hear the neighbours, their thoughts about tomorrow.
Suddenly the flowers in the sun seem somehow lacking,
The chirping of the sparrows drowned out by people packing.
Their home forever will tomorrow be their home no more.
A sad and tiring day will end with the locking of their door.
Fourteen chairs in my garden and I’m the only one
Sitting in a deckchair, writing in the sun.
JAM May 2018
About the Creator
Julie Murrow
I'm an avid reader, writer and pianist. I have written on a variety of subjects and in various genres from children's stories, poetry and history to adult short stories. My three Skinny Pigs and I live by the sea, where I grew up.
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