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The fourth Christian rode through

Cobbled streets resounding

With history

On his way from the harbour to

His round tower

 

Monarch with visions

And Power to craft

Emptied the treasury

To build his bequest

Castles and churches

But, this is a first:

Homes for the mariners

A social estate

 

Along the byways

Sailors swaggered and

Fishmongers cried their wares.

Yellow houses with green window frames

Had open doors

Allowing easy access.

Inside, lace curtains secured privacy

And China dogs in pairs

Communicated to the world.

Is it safe to enter?

Lovers must wait for opportunities.

 

 

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© HMH, 2018

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