Call of the Tyne
CALL OF THE TYNE
The river fog grey-green
Hides the silent piers
Of bridges which lead
To roads unknown.
The Tyne’s call of the deep -
Fog-horn, long missed
And far buried within me,
Shows the hidden way unknown;
Feels slowly cautiously
Through miles years
With low-pitch note,
Penetrates the unknown.
13 October 2019
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