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

Forest, wind-farm, fell-views and sands behind,
    The train, crossing Barrow's waters, startled
Some of 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.

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(C) David Franks 2003