Tuesday, January 20, 2015

For IGWRT ~ The Tuesday Platform! Ah Old Harley Street, If Only You could Speak

Where art thou? With All Thy Grace and Treat
Where evening cool breeze would gently sweep
And the open spaces would be free and neat;
Where I learned to ride the bicycle and Greet
My friends who came out to meet- 

Ah Harley Street! where art thou?
With memories sweet-
This same road where bell tingling tongas
With strong horses and shining leather reins 
Would lift the learning loads and stay on the beat-
At that time, this same road was all for residents 
No sounds, not even an innocent lambs bleat.

Ah Harley Street! where art thou?
So defiant in dilapidated defeat!-
YOU seem to be there still serving in retreat-
Though gone is the tar rubble crush and concrete;

AH Harley Street . All is not lost.
Courage never to submit or yield- YOU have the BEST on YOU
YOU are replete with –Institutes of Education
Tuition Guidance and Dedication- But AH there’s the rub-
The cuts craters humps and dilapidation-
OH Lord, what are WE learning and teaching 
 in this  precarious condition? That is the question-
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer, the slings and jumps of outrageous travel
The heart aches and the thousand natural shocks that the flesh is heir to-
Or to take arms against oceans of ditchy trouble..err. rubble-
And by appealing begging imploring “Please Sir , may we have some more” AH NO! 
Or by opposing clean sweep them….

Who would bear the whips and scorns of time immemorial
The laws delay, the repairs astray,  the rains decay ; AH SILENCE!
Do we continue to grunt and sweat under a weary life?
Or has conscience made cowards of us all?
OH Fair Poetess, soft you now , Ah There’s The Bump..OUCH…..
OOHHHHH CANTONMENT…’Who’s There?????????

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