From the Towpath
I peer into your depth bypass my reflection
See an image of another day out of time,
Mingled with spirit calling for one’s affection
Lurid evidence still of industrial grime.
Yet this fertile inspiration moved a nation
Arteries connected living channels of hope,
Creation of working class whom knew their station
Seeking a desire for work each day they did grope
To touch the water ripples flow and circles spread
The cut healed with sutures holding tight bank to bank
My sentiment grows with each circle cast thy bread
Eyes look into mine from the waters depth are blank
Bypass my reflection I see yours looking up
Your maker took those with no silver spoon to sup
© 20/11/2013
Collaboration by Harry J Horsman & Mandy Tams
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