Time

The clock ever turning: left, left, up, down, travelling along the never ending square of the clock. One o'clock, five o'clock, three o'clock. Well this sad Grandson clock stood at the corner of the playground staring with an amazing view of Uffculme Church.
So many people walked into the mill and never looked at the grand fire place showing off it's many channels to the football players at the play group. Yes, that old bin never had a basketball net scored in it, not one goal.
All this time! The clock ever travelling: left, left, turning along the ending square of never.
Well, this son of the clock at Grand playground corner with an amazing view of Uffculme stared at the church. So many walked into the people mill. And looked never. Why? This place of the grand fire, it's many channels showing off. Football players at group to play. And never the bin had old basketball nets scored in it once, not one goal.
The clock never stopped: right, right, down, up. Stopping short of the ever-starting triangle of the clock. Well, this happy Grandfather clock sat in the middle of the class, eyes shut with a boring view of Uffculme Cemetery. Why do so many little aliens fly out of the mill and always look away from the shabby fire place, hiding it's little amount of channels from anybody but footballers at college.
No, that new chocolate wrapper always needed a netball hoop: missed it .... one miss ..goal post.

All this time!

By Russell Shire.