More than a little Eliot and Shelley in there I think
The Roman remains
The Roman empire gone now
and all the times before
are gone now, gone now in the air
the marvellous monuments
the nasty emperors gone too
Caligula the crazy one
Commodus the pretend gladiator
Nero who killed his mother
they all disappeared in the blink of an eye
the remains standing there empty
In Rome two vast and trunkless legs of stone
stand in the city
near them on the paving slabs a shattered visage lies
survive yet stamped on those lifeless things
the hand that mocked them and the heart that fed
and on the pedestal these words appear
“My name is Pompey, general of generals, look upon my works ye mighty and despair”
the lone and level shops stretch far away
The challenge set to the local community (any age — not just kids) as part of the village festival, was a poem that was less than 200 words and included the word ‘smile’. I think they picked 5 winners and he has a £10 book voucher waiting for him so is a happy boy.
I am not sure this was exactly what they had in mind but I think it’s absolutely brilliant The best poetry has some truth behind it and there is nothing truer than the last sentence
The Happy Jogger
He quickly jumped over the stile
He’d been running half a mile
He was going for a 3 mile goal
He did every step with a happy smile.
He was all smiles
as he ran 10 miles
He jumped over stiles
as he ran 10 miles.
But suddenly I don’t know when or how
Out of the field came a big, fat cow.
It gave the jogger something he didn’t want now
A pat on the head.
As he trudged home mile after mile
When you’re covered in cowpats it’s hard to smile.