The
Subway
Bullying businessmen barge through throngs of crowds
Herded, like cattle, winding their weary way home
Enclosed subway tunnells add pollution that enshrouds
Ant-like people swarming in every direction
Thousands, wearily winding their way home to their haven
Open the garden gate, finally time to relax
Forget for one fleeting moment the worry of work committments
No longer imprisoned in an abandoned clone-like mind
The longing dispersed to crawl inside a shell
Silence reigns at home whilst bedlam holds it's loud tongue
Beyond their gate their key to sanctuary in hand
Shimmering brass glints in the sunshine fair
Home at last, the front door shut firm behind
A few steps forward reveals the garden's reward
Their stamp-sized haven, here a man can refresh
The battlecry of city life is banished for a mere moment.
"Verona" Photograph
by Adam Jeffries
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