In Search Of Albion: A Poem by Pete Marshall

In Search of Albion

I wandered down a beaten track

That led to paths no longer seen

Where once we walked in years gone by

But covered now by fallen leaves

The ancient paths can still be found

Beneath the concrete thoroughfares

Where rowan grows by roadside cafes

And thrushes sing in Autumn air

The frogs will always find their home

Where once the streams ran wild and free

Beneath this land of brick and steel

Where people fought to own our green

The signs are there on roadside names

That tell of tales from long ago

But life is led at such a pace

The past has gone before we know

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History is all around us but in our fast lives do we ever stop to notice? The UK is steeped in history, our street names, pub signs, the list is endless.....perhaps, just once, we should stop and pause for a few moments and wonder where we are and what it was once like....

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Sunken Dreams: A Poem From The My Struggle With Unemployment Series

Sunken Dreams: A Poem From The 

My Struggle With Unemployment Series

I sailed a barge of purest gold

That travelled far on clear blue seas

Aware of mists that followed stern

And ships that chased my golden dreams

In ports I berthed that welcomed me 

And treated me the conquering lord

But masks would hide my failing charms

As rot was all that lay onboard

The sea would roar beyond the cliffs

As winds blew dreams down empty streets

And beggars gathered in cardboard homes

As sweat and vomit masked excrete

A shadow fell on yesterday

As clouds crept in on stifled air

Alone inside I hid the truth

That stares down barrels fraught with fear

I came to rest where once I prayed

For here now lies my wasted years

And pass the stones that told my fate

As storms grew strong I battled tears

I stopped to smell my favourite bloom

That always flowered so fragrantly

But what’s the point, I broke its stem

Then turned and fled away from here.....

For those of you that have followed my journey there should always be hope, but I have lost some of that. I have a hearing set for unpaid bills which I now face with bated breath. I look at all I have and what I have given my family and I see it slipping away. My poem, Sunken Dreams, reflects this..

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