Friendly Bulldozers

Sometimes I dream of friendly bulldozers,  of wrecking balls and sticks of dynamite,  a web of fuse wire collapsing dullness, ridding this town of its gleaming tombstones provided with glee by the misguided who left a legacy of sterile streets.

Sometimes I dream of winding back the clock,  of a welcome clean slate on which to build calm new leafy streets, not more wind tunnels, pleasant parks containing fresh happiness, where shadows no longer envelope life, a place to enjoy, not one to endure.

Sometimes I dream it was just a nightmare. Perhaps I’ll wake and gaze upon beauty, landscapes lovingly crafted out of joy where the air doesn’t choke or smother thought in desperate dark canyons full of lost hope. And then I dream of friendly bulldozers

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon). Real name Peter Tapsell...just started off writing under a pseudonym and kept going.

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