Down At The Pub…
Much more than a drinking hole
they stand for so much more
the perfect poured pint
and the spirit they restore
The staple of communities
from a time long ago
where friendships are made
and societies come to grow
The Heart of England
and all it bestows
not just some bar
where people come to pose
They've proved their worth
from the first settlements
even hanging a traitor
in dire sentiment
The space that they offer
to be enjoyed by one-n-all
they are more than just
a typical beer hall
The start of relationships
where class usually divides
a meeting of minds
it so effortlessly provides
A place for the lads
to unwind after work
blow off some steam
with a wink and a smirk
Good times to be had
while the booze would flow
husbands and wives
all those in the know
The lose of sacred space
can weaken the whole
the fracturing of communities
way down in it's soul
The importance of the pub
has frayed over time
while depression and loneliness
continue to climb
Much more than a bar
or a trendy nightclub
we come to belong
down at the pub…
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This is a refreshing poem from all the moody, teen angst I've seen. And while it has a few places that could be improved, it holds up to snuff. Reminds me of a pub I used to frequent in Monroe, Louisiana. Good times. And some bad.
Thanks @pSyc0path... They are special places, for sure... CHEERS!