Wednesday, 11 August 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 164 OF 230

Poem 164 of 230:  BARROW-IN-FURNESS, SEEN WITH A PAL - SUMMER 2001

Forest, wind-farm, fell-views and sands behind,
    The train, while crossing Barrow’s waters,
Startled the swans and ducks bridge-side aligned.

Soon seen as we walked from the train station:
    Two huge jibs, each over its new warship;
And works - largest we’d viewed in the nation.

Neat roundabouts link busy dockside streets;
    In the docks, a foreign-flag submarine,
And, in the museum, miniature fleets.

A tasteful town-hall of pitted red stone;
    And, snap-viewed from a left-side train-window,
Furness Abbey ruins - on the way home.

(C) David Franks 2003