The Town Of Yore
Brown brick buildings
lining the lane between
the path overbear
by feet too many to count.
It’s gloaming time
the walkways forlorn
encompassing the town
empty but for a toss-pot.
The town of yore waits
for dark to hearken it’s history
echoes of remembrance lurking in stone
if only we could hear them.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2018
I animated this image from Google search of the town of Yore in the UK. A toss-pot is a drunk, and gloaming is another word for twilight.
Written with dVerse~Poets Pub for the prompt urban renewal. This is a place I just picked, I’ve never been. It’s a very old town with lots of history. One day I would love to visit the UK or just get to go overseas.
Capricious Poet 
I love to visit towns and cities with history ~ The old charm of the past appeals to me more than modern buildings ~
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Thank you, Grace!
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I like the phrase “hearken it’s history” and the echoes in stone.
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Thank you, Frank! It’s good to be back writing this week.
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Charming animation in that picture – so fun! And it shows your words about the many feet that have walked that street. Lovely post and I’m so glad you joined in!
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Thank you, Jilly! So happy you noticed.
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