To the viaduct
Go walking
On the long wet rainy days
With your dog in the forking
Of the long hot summer hays
And Dripping with rememberance
Of a past now left behind
When railways and Steam engines
Crossed the valleys of our minds
And all the strawberries travelled and all the red currants
Too
Like blood and diamonds in parcels
From the mines of South African fruit
And the empty arches standing
As a door stop in our minds
Leaving open the door to the past
And passage way to a time
before
Though we know it does not last
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