Tony Hargreaves Poet Rhyme

Woolwax and Wuzzing'Oles

Down washpit lane then cross the cut,
smell woolwax scour and brimstone soot.
By sluicegate stream where outfall go
watch foamflush merge with virgin flow.
Pass tall stone stack of massive mill.
Up gasworks lane with coaltar smell.
Beneath the bridge of blackbright brick.
Through tenterfield of frame and hook,
and wuzzing’oles in walls all round. 
Now leave man's alchemy behind
and walk in splendid rural scene.
Breathe sweetest air; see brightest green.
It was a world of stark contrast.
But now, just memories of the past.

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Jan Allison January 8, 2021 at 12:08 PM Such vivid imagery Tony, for some reason I've got the music from the hovis ad buzzing in my head:-) hugs Jan xx Tony Hargreaves January 12, 2021 at 11:43 AM Yes, I remember Hovis advert We used to cycle down the cobbled streets and hear the rumble sounds in our heads. It made primal humming sound: OM AH HUM. Best wishes. Tony X