...... Poems:       Broad Street fantasies Broad Street fantasies They wait  for the churches to finish For the colours to arrive And construction to begin For the diesel fumes of the ancient and the new lorries  For yesterday's dreams to become reality Children at the railings  Adults also come to reawaken their memories Their excitement is hidden They will smile and enjoy themselves in the evenings Perhaps after the bars Of course, it's only coincidence that they are here today Just walking on a Sunday morning For a week the town is less formal Less serious, less English, but still so Lincolnshire limestone and beautiful It's the middle of Lent but an indulgence so irreligious But what value, what treasures these thousands of smiles These lights and sounds of pleasure   May 2001     Poem index My Home Page