Ringinglow

Sitting in the Ringinglow
Backlit blue in grey cotton wool
Pennine spitting heading east
Street light winking through the willow
Cast distant to sites no longer
Towers crashed on man’s plunger
Traffic ribbon where viaduct weaves
No smoke of toil nor hammers crashing
Gears of industry no longer gnashing

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