Just want to share with you all a poem I found that Id written at the tender age of fifteen, but had forgotten completely about. Its about my town in England called Herne Bay, maybe this could encourage you all to share any poetry you may have written:



to look around i see the bay
where forgotten people live today
to see and pass their saddened faces
as they dream of better places

is this a town in which we dwell
for other people it may be h3ll
to go down town sit and gaze
at herne bays mindless empty maze
of tacky pointless junk


therell never be any sense of pride
for all thats here we'll have to hide
from mocking passers by


and one true question will remain
how can such people still stay sane
when thought about like this




Thankyou,

The Meister B-)