I can't post it here as it's one of my shaped poems, but you may like to check #70, Tim - and please note "SOME old values".
Poem 61 of 230: WORSLEY VILLAGE
Where earliest of coal-canals meet, And have their waters ochred By the seepage of old-deep-mine earth; Where mock-Tudor is a treat, And classic boats are newly coated At dry-docks before rebirth;
Where miners made tough risky efforts, Working seams for hours non-stop - Cramped, often without the room to stand; Where security experts Now fill the Nailmakers Workshop - On a canal-made island;
Where offices come from granaries, And granaries from a forge - Wheel-powered through a brook's tillage; Where coal moved down arteries, And sandstone was quarried to a gorge: Lies antique Worsley Village.