Turn left at the lighthouse <br />And follow the coast inland <br />Past deserted villages <br />That used to be so grand. <br /> <br />Past the little ramshack café <br />Where the Vikings stopped for tea <br />Past the fallen arches <br />And the sheriff's favourite tree. <br /> <br />Down into the valley <br />On the road of no return <br />And there's nothing on the signposts <br />Where the wicker houses burn. <br /> <br />By the fried and dried-up river <br />Where the cows no longer stray <br />And if you see a mushroom farm <br />Where children used to play <br /> <br />You're nearly there already <br />Though you're never really far <br />From where the clock says ten past two <br />And the empty boxes are.<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-empty-boxes/
