A Sad Memory

 

The furniture lorry advanced to the crest of a hill

a journey of several hours in a cramped space

I had no idea what lay in store

not even imaginings to stimulate the mind

only a sadness for what had been left behind.

I sat perched between two men

precariously holding my goldfish bowl

Warwickshire, Nan and my Aunts bade farewell

as I peered ahead to see what lay in store

The lorry lumbered under its heavy load

shaking and shuddering as it climbed

Then at the summit of the crest

a landscape spread out before me

for which my heart sank aghast

In a valley far down below were rows,

upon rows of replicated dwellings

interspersed with tall satanic chimneys

which spewed out a black dense smoke

In the driver´s cab no one spoke

I felt cheated, misled and taken away

cut adrift, bereft of light and day

From leafy lanes and village greens 

I entered a landscape of a another world

in which a new life awaited

and one I knew that would be hated