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
Charminster
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