Hull Out Loud

Jameson Street

When defining our significance

Declaring proudly here we dwell

Vital to our sense of heritage

This home fire cauldron citadel

Where rivers flow unceasing

A rovers rest and restoration

To build up steam to future dream

Glowing beacon of location

A sunshine arc of east to west

Lines a route of lightning thirst

Where Tigers roaring stridently

Announce 'Old Faithfull' full on burst

Road Weary

The weather has been rough of late

Muddy gushes cloud my style

Degraded showroom bodywork

Puts my highway blues on trial

My auto body dull with grime

In urgent need of scrubbing

A forceful spout will sort it out

Along with buffing and some rubbing

In need of car wash freshen up

With amazing jets and suds

Squeegee dry and sparkle bright
No streaks no trace of cruds

Yet To Come

Lets move on

Put the past behind

Face a new future

Better things to find

If we are to move on

Lock pastimes in a vault

We surely must remember

How all must share the fault

And when at last we move on

Integrated holding hands

As intolerance and prejudice

Glides away in drifting sands

The Cortege

The cortege was a motley group

They came from all about

To stand beside and hold the line

In full accord without a doubt

The cortege felt the need to be

And be among those close together

Joined in thoughtful recollection

Smiling times and talking blether

The cortege stood and raised a glass

Side by side in contemplation

To the strains of once shared melodies

One last salute in veneration

The cortege all and sundry knew

That every chapter has a name

A range of strange encounters

Each one a memory all the same

© C K Letts