Tuesday 31 July 2012


The earth waited
For the Corporation

To lay down the rock
On which we are built
The concrete out of which
Are hewn the homes

Where some were born
And all were reared and trained
And others died

The proud dwellings
Of the humble unpretending
Lives that are written there

Every kind of love and hate
And every kind of silence
Lived out to public hearing

Quarrels penetrating  blocks
Surviving to the death
Tenacious generations

Country people may boast
Of their origins in the land
Suspicious of the city

But we are proud
Of the form and shape
The colour and the seasons

Of Mervue

We would gladly take off
The shoes of our success
In honour of this holy ground

The reference point
Of all our lives

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