The Car Park
Author: Billy Campbell


Hustled by wind, the rustling Oak sends
Autumn leaves click click-flicking across tarmac.
Tumbling, dry as old manuscripts on a shelf.
Stately galleons cross the tall sky.
Crows and Gulls squabble over take-away.
An angry Coke can rattles, end-over-end.


Comments on this poem/writing:

Name:                                           Remember Me

Comment Title:

Comment / Ammendment:

Please complete the recaptcha below for spam prevention:

Click here to read other Poems by Billy Campbell


Poetic Dreams Other's Poetic Dreams Submit a Poem New This Week Forum Home

Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack

COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved.   No part of this website, including all pictures and written words,  may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without  permission of the original author of the work.  All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner.  All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail:  so the proper person may be notified.