Sweeping the Roads

Green, black and shades of grey
these are the colours
of the world I work in.
It’s chilly in the early morning
but the blackbirds sing
from the bright grey sky.
Joggers pass me as I go,
their feet slapping the dark tarmac
they sometimes say hello to me.
And I can always hear the sheep
in their grassy fields above the town
even if I can’t see them.

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