Here meet the rivers.
Goyt and Tame entwine
like destined lovers.
Here beneath
classless sixties concrete
the Mersey rises.
No one sees
this source of songs,
legends,
life itself.
We hid the source
and gave our river
to the scousers.
Heartless and brutal
A band of robbers came
Scousers stole our river.
I like that John. Nicely paced out I felt.
Hope you are going to read that out next month.
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John F Keane
Sat 16th Aug 2014 12:17
Not so sure they stole it. Rather, Stockport gave it away...