In pubs and clubs and restaurants too; In buses, hackney cabs and trains; In cinemas and village halls, No more exhaled smoke remains.

The smell and ash at last have gone, That lingered afterwards on clothes.

No more the stain of nicotine; The brown that each non-smoker knows.

Gone too are ashtrays that contain Those bent, discarded, filter tips; Stained and tarred on their inside, Wet round the edge, from smoker's lips.

No more "fag buts" on the floor, Trodden flat and left behind By smokers who have dropped them there, Where they lie left for all to find.

Here's to a future, bright and clear, Sans smells and stains, and litter free; Where all the air is fit to breath, By smokers - and by you and me.

PHILIP SHIELDS, Calmore.