up theer atop
Pendlebury hill
Lowry still,
matchstick thin
a flat cap
cheeky grin,
he paints the rain
grainy,
although
not always on a Sunday.
I Watch him by the mill race,
a mill shed face
that catches old like new
for me,
L.S Lowry
ought to be
hanging in the Tate,
oh wait,
he is.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC
up theer atop
Pendlebury hill
Lowry still,
matchstick thin
a flat cap
cheeky grin,
he paints the rain
grainy,
although
not always on a Sunday.
I Watch him by the mill race,
a mill shed face
that catches old like new
for me,
L.S Lowry
ought to be
hanging in the Tate,
oh wait,
he is.
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