My Northern Streets

Over a century your yard has rained to the drums with a beat of childrens feet that gentlest pitter patter,
One hundred years your schoolbell has rang settled laughter in lines sending to classroom scatter.
Built to last for over one hundred years more they say you have no fields in which children may play?
So you'll be ripped down and forgotten and smashed to the ground another piece of our history stripped away.

Cares

mugoob mugoo ;)