The Walk Poem by David Wood

I walk alone the evening streets
Past tired terraced houses stuck
Together like sardines in a tin
Tiled roofs with lonely chimneys

Pointing skywards like soldiers on
Guard duty. Dusk sees gulls going
Home after a hard days scrounging
Picking up leftovers from magpies

Sleepy houses with hidden contents
People living their lives behind 26
Inch TV screens just chewing gum
For the mind, such total banality

I used to walk with Clara my Labrador
Now retired and rests at home dreaming
Of parks beaches and other treats as
Nights cape begins casts its dull shadow

I walk up the hill around the corner
And past the pub where friends gather
To forget their day past the church now
Empty of hope and down the long hill

That great onion in the sky shines down
Mockingly shifting lazy tides causing
Them to bulge in obedience and casting
Shadows full of hidden intent as I walk

Home is but a heart beat away