Edge of Ely <br /> <br />Crisp echoed night - <br />Fen by the Freeway <br />Flooded with light. <br />Cries spike out <br />Like distant chicks <br />Starved in a wilderness of sticks. <br />French drains chuckle, <br />Drink the showers - <br />Eerily in the early hours. <br />Collared like priests <br />The council trees <br />Pray for growth <br />In the Fenland breeze.<br /><br />Yvonne Rautenbach<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/edge-of-ely/
