Charlie

Charlie was a simple man

Who lived alone as best

He kept himself, quite to himself

Not troubling the rest

 

At work he just got on with it

He seldom paused to chat

Was rare indeed that feet were seen

Descending on his flat

 

Though on one Thursday morning

A letter hit his floor

An unknown faceless postman

Had put it through his door

 

He opened it and read the print

Then tried to comprehend

It seemed the block in which he’d lived

He would need now, to defend

 

It was scheduled for demolishment

The thought filled him with fear

Then as he read on further

He could see the date was near

 

So he rearranged the furniture

Then blocked each window and door

Took down the valuable ornaments

Then placed them on the floor

 

He stocked up on his groceries

Was ready for a siege

Whatever they could throw at him

If the planners chose besiege

 

He joined a local pheasant shoot

Then bought himself a gun

In readiness for what might come

Before it all begun

 

The date was growing closer

So he hurried with his deeds

Made sure he’d thought of everything

To cater for his needs

 

Then on one fateful Friday

The council did move in

Machinery at ready

The work now to begin

 

They had not banked on Charlie

Entrenched within his flat

One stubborn individual

Just quietly now sat


The knocks upon his door ignored

The ringing of his bell

Was darkness all about him

Before the silence fell

 

For days he held them all at bay

Within his fortress flat

Just went about his business

For the most part he just sat

 

Though patience now was running thin

Police called to the scene

He watched them as they all arrived

Then started to convene

 

Charlie had his mind made up

They were not moving him

Though looking out at what he saw

The chances now were thin

 

Behind the growing cordons

He saw cameras, arrive

An ever growing story

Now there purpose to derive

 

He watched the local bulletins

Then as if within a trance

Saw people who he’d worked with

Defending his just, stance

 

Crowds began to form then

Encircling his block

The more the TV aired it

The more they seemed to flock

 

Support was overwhelming

The planners backed away

Charlie is still living there

Content unto this day





Comments:
 
markBrad   markBrad wrote
on 9/1/2010 8:49:15 AM
Thank you for your kind words.

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 9/1/2010 3:40:58 AM
Well done! I like how you told this and the message it conveys. A man that is firm in his conviction and will not budge, no matter what. This reminds me of a true story in which a highway was to be built and those in charge bought up all the houses to clear the land. But this one little old lady refused to sell the land for ANY price. She had been there for years and just did not want to move. They took her to court and she beat them at their game. Those in charge of the project finally gave up fighting her and built the freeway over her house. Score one for her, and one for your hero here.

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