by Rabia Patel
All the colours of gold
Walking along the wall
Recycling bin’s due out. I’ve checked the date.
But when I reach the corner where it’s stored,
A sparkling web is stretched from bin to gate.
A quiet spider guards his fragile hoard.
by Anas Daji
My home town, my beautiful town
The special place where I was born
Where I learned to tell the truth
Where I learned to love the world
Smile and the world smiles with you
And I promise you, they will do
Don’t waste your life by doing wrong
Those happy times won’t last for long
A moment standing, silent, stilled.
A moment to remember when young blood spilled.
A moment for thoughts of loved ones we lost,
fighting for England, their lives were the cost.
Oh park, oh park! What joy you bring
Making beautiful birds tweet and merrily sing.
Delighted children, happy and screaming
Whilst the scorching sun is blissfully beaming.
Off they go to a ‘rail’ spring clean
Brush up the platform with a head of steam
Baskets that hang and flowers with beds
Platforms get a sweep by broomstick heads
From the cobbled stones to the hills of green
Timeless vision of a Batley scene
Rich in history, diversity and faith
United in pride, friendship and praise Continue reading “My Batley”