Fie on you Betjeman for sneering at Slough
As unfit for humans or grazing of cow
A town for its people it stands alone now
Inured to your snub.
Not picture book pretty or claiming to be
But living and breathing and if you could see
A town that is working, not pretty or twee
Industrial hub.
See all the commuters in smart office suits
Come in from the motorways various routes
Who queue for a sandwich in Marks or in Boots
And hurry it down.
An industrial estate, the largest around
Grew from a dump on a piece of waste ground
Now names that are famous and factories abound
Enterprise town.
See where the people from shopping arcade
Spill through the streets that bristle with trade
Sauntering, seeking till purchase is made.
Then off they roam.
Diverse the town's people
From each race and hue
From mosque and gurdwara, temple and pew.
From each end of the earth its people it drew.
All call it home.
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Summer Sun, Winter Rain
PoetryMy Wattpad Debut and a Featured Story. Summer Sun, Winter Rain is a collection of poems from different periods of my life some, happy some sad. There are memories of friends and loved ones loved and lost, recollections of places I've been and thing...
