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There's a certain part of Ealing Where grounds stretch out long and wide; But there is a poorer quarter (Just behind the shopping centre) Where the gardens are much smaller: Six feet long, by six feet wide. Many bus routes pass through Ealing, Railways are abundant too; So that you can always hear The double deckers passing near; Or a three-ton diesel klaxon (Those huge snakes are known as diesels) As the trains pass through the station, Screaming out, like one possessed with fear! In the older part of Ealing Every other plot is empty Demolition gangs which cleared them Packed and moved on long ago. Now the builder's men take over, Excavators dig foundations, "Brickies" start to build the houses; Eighteen where there once was one. But despite this, I love Ealing For I've lived here all my lifetime And I want to stay here always, 'Til I want to leave, that is! R. Knowles, Form IIIa |
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