this is london
the dark cold alleyways,
the cold cobbled streets,
the hum of the city,
this is london
as dawn breaks slowly,
and lights the dark city,
civilians rush about in a hurry,
this is london
the blaring of horns,
the air of fumes,
the smell of dampness
this is london
the tourists flock from all
directions,
getting their memorable moments
captured,
big ben towers over the old tired
buildings,
this is london
double deckers rush by
as do taxis
people running, always running
this is london
the eye glares slowly out across the
river
buckingham guards carefully over the queen
the chapels in kensington packed to the
rafters
this is london
beggars lie in the street
half heartedly cupping their hands
booths with advertisements for all kinds
of action
this is london
never a dull moment
never a quiet one
not here where people are running
always running london
Silent Dogwood
