Rob Harle #12 No Thoroughfare

Rob Harle # 12 No Thoroughfare!

How much we’ve lost in progress,

the sign saddens me

remembering earlier times
free in spirit

free to roam,

wandering shorelines

casting fishing lines.

The liminal transition zone

a place of mystery and magic,

free  to prize oysters from the rocks

as clean water flowed over bare feet

marvelling at the creatures of the tidal zone.

No Thoroughfare!

Jail like fences keep out the peasants

keep out trespassers

or are they to keep the greedy inmates, in?

The public waters lap at the fence

eroding the cheap steel

just like the erosion of our rights,

the rights of The Everyman.