Tag: E.G
Poem 163 of 230: ON A CLEAR DAY – SUMMER 2001 Far – the Lakelands behind Blackpool Tower; Well-ebbed – the ocean and estuary; Odd – a sand-digger and lorries…
Poem 134 of 230: RAWTENSTALL – SPRING 2001 A whistle’s “we are off” scream, Plus the sight and sound of steam Against a stone tunnel-wall, On the track to Rawtenstall….