The Streets Of Maldon

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The Streets Of Maldon

By Paul McCann

I walked inside the foyer for just a little while

the reception there was cold for the want of a smile .

so I stepped back outside into the wind and the rain  

and walked the streets of Maldon and watched a passing train .

There were sand dunes there that looked like these miniature cliffs ,

Some trucks were there waiting to be loaded by fork lifts.

Chimneys were busy making smoke for birds in the sky   

I walked the streets of Maldon and thought of times gone by.

Between the Mills and pathways I found a little store ,

I thought it was open so I walked in through the door.

A man with a bag in his hand said he worked at night ,

he quickly filled his bag and disappeared out of sight  .

Around the streets of Maldon , some strangers waved at me

It helped to remind me that most people are friendly .   

I forgot all about the harsh people I had met

on the streets of Maldon I have nothing to regret  .     

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The streets of Maldon can be as silent as concrete

and green are the pathways that lie  underneath your feet .

Sure you can walk all around there for many a mile ,

through the wind and in the rain for the want of  a smile .  

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