If you're lucky to live in a street in town, <br />Then stand quite still, glance up and down, <br />And you will find there, a storybook, <br />Lines of words wherever you look. <br />And in this story are characters, who <br />Are from real life, like me and you. <br /> <br />The young Assistant at the library. <br />The Chiropodist who dwells at No 3 <br />Bert the Butcher, with his cheery grin, <br />And Derek, the lad who empties your bin. <br />The Postman with his trolley full of mail, <br />Miss Watson, who always creeps like a snail, <br />The Pattersons who inhabit No 5, <br />You certainly know that they're alive. <br /> <br />Ralph the Builder's at No 10, <br />Works quite hard with his son Ben, <br />And at No 12, Maggie dyes your hair, <br />Any colour you like, that's if you dare. <br />Mr Packer is her next door neighbour, <br />All his life he has voted 'Labour', <br />Runs the local Boy Scout group, <br />Bad back, which makes his shoulders stoop. <br /> <br />There's Tom who runs the 'Red Lion' pub, <br />Serves some really great pub grub, <br />Rabinder the new tenant at No 6, <br />Has already started to chat and mix, <br />And the District Nurse down at No 9, <br />Does a marvellous job with the iodine. <br /> <br />Such characters, such friends, each one, <br />Some are quite serious, some are fun, <br />But all could be there in you storybook, <br />So view your town, and take a look, <br />And see the treasures that can be found, <br />Right under your nose, on your own home ground. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/view-your-town/
