Jerry Waterfields - One morn

The sky is bright
With a faint light
Engulfing the atmosphere

There are no birds in the
Sky, swinging free
It is a deserted island.

Faraway I hear a distant
Silence. It is Sunday
People go to church;
Stay at home.

Neasden is a quiet song today
No more rumbles of coming cars

Jerry Waterfields

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