This is a poem my brother wrote, I like it and thought I would share it.
Your can find much more of his work at- Kevin glenn
Brick
A brick on it’s own is such a plain thing
Sat on the floor there’s nothing to be seen
But put them together and there’s a lot to achieve
The things we can build with such a plain thing
The houses we live in, the school down the road
the castles we’ve seen, the church down the lane
The bridges we cross are such amazing things
To see what we can build with such a plain thing
So next time your filling the skip on your drive
Tossing in bricks over the side
Just think what could be, if they could survive
As this plain little brick reaches the end of it’s life
By Kevin Glenn
19-09-2010
Steven Glenn Writing Words 
Good poem by Kevin, Steven! It reminds me of our Nanna little red brick house in Allestree that we, her grand children, all share memories of. He is so right re bringing the bricks together and building something that gives shelter to all the singular bricks! A bit like family. Smiling at you, cous bobby x