These are my thoughts after watching the removal of the telephone kiosk in front of my house.

Farewell old box of faded red

The wires are cut, the phone is dead

What history has taken place

Since first you occupied the space.

What conversations you have heard

What joys and sadness word by word

Have passed the lips and many a sigh

From villagers and passers by.

Your time is past, you’re obsolete

With mobile phones you can’t compete

And so today it’s very sad

All that is left is a concrete pad!

Mary Whitty

North Street