The Signal Box
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Originally published: 7th August 2020
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This poem was placed 1st in the "Standard 1212" contest sponsored by Brian Strand (Judged 25th May 2023)
As featured in The Poetry Soup Anthology "PS: It's Poetry"
when industry
stood on this soil
with chimneys that
spewed sweat and toil
the furnace fires
relied on mines
through arteries
of railway lines.
now looking back
to charcoal skies
through rosy mists
of childhood eyes
a line of trucks
each filled with rocks
crawled slowly past
a signal box.
the building formed
a silhouette
that framed a scene
I wont forget:
the dying of
that worldly light
was captured there
in black and white.
I'm standing now
where true art stood:
in a 'reinvented'
neighbourhood
where sleepers sleep
beneath the grass
where once those engines
used to pass.
Copyright © Gary Radice | Year Posted 2020
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