Greenlane Poetry

All Saints 3pm
Bad Day
Bar des Sports, Charly-sur-Marne
Before and After the Watershed
Call to Witness
Carte Postale
Charlie
Clerk of Works
Dog in the Night
Easter Saturday at Festubert
Fargate
Force Nine
Forge Island
Four Chimneys
Half Empty
Homeward Bound
In Glen Howe Park
In Provence
Incident
Kilner's Bridge
Last Train
Lilac Time
Magpies
Mungy Lane
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North Line
Nurses
Outfield
Painting By Numbers
Patriots
Per Ardua
Pioneers
Release
Rememberings
Routine Visit
Runner
September
Silent Snakes
Spring Training
Start-1
Students in Crookesmoor
The Don at Swinton
The Festive Season
The Runners in the Fields
The Seasons
Treatment Days
Trips to the Seaside
Up Train
Valley Mist
Weston Park
What Love Is
Winthrop Park

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The Don at Swinton

He sits where the sunlight is pale
top of the steps his bottle close at hand
rain is coming - you can see it
veil the dirty hillside where allotments stand
and the brown river surges past

Many days with his carrier bag
I see him sit there amongst trash
a life gone too far on some path
to despair and to madness speaks only
to space and the brown river surging fast

He sits where the bargees would haul
their boats to the locks where they rose
to the coalfields of Barnsley and Wath
now silent the lock-gates hang wide

So he sits whilst the weather is bright
his bottle and bags by his side
thunder rumbling, rain coming, snow
but in this freezing night
he does not stir.

in the high flood trees roll and barge
as the wide brown Don surges by