Poem 61 of 230:  WORSLEY VILLAGE

 

Where earliest of coal-canals meet,

    And have their waters ochred

By the seepage of old-deep-mine earth;

    Where mock-Tudor is a treat,

And classic boats are newly coated

    At dry-docks, before rebirth;

 

Where miners made tough risky efforts,

    Working seams for hours non-stop -

Cramped, often without the room to stand;

    Where security experts

Now use the Nailmaker's Workshop,

    On a canal-formed island;

 

Where offices come from granaries,

    And granaries from a forge -

Wheel-powered through a brook’s spillage;

    Where coal moved down arteries,

And sandstone was quarried to a gorge:

    Lies antique Worsley Village.

 

(C) David Franks 2003 - https://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com