Poem: There Are No Cars on West Main Street


There are no cars on West Main Street
Not a sound, and no heartbeat
All lies quiet and fast asleep
Drifts are high with so much snow
No-one to be seen, nowhere to go
And silently does this cold wind blow
I long for days of summer sun
Of smiles on faces of everyone
Of colour and sound until day is done
How I long to be in the sun again
In days of golden rays back when
Long hours of green that never end
But now all waits under winter sleep
Snow piles high and buries deep
The hopes of summer that I keep
I wait for these days to come
Of light and hope and colour from
A dream of days of summer sun

©2015 James Takeo

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