A Young Country Mine

A young country mine;

streets on a grid, a line

many times copied from

cities a whole world away.

Streets on these grids, up

hills, around the shores;

but what was not replicated

was the cobbles, the old world.

A young country is mine

 

Benita Kape © 5.6.2018

Once again I try a Quadrille. This time the prompt is the word “cobble”

Quadrille #58 – Cobble us a Poem

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