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Watten-Eperlecques
Orange sinks behind the poplars
shadows reach across the water
diesel engines cough cut out
barges moor up for the night
resting for some days at Watten
after weeks of midi sun
august slightly short of Dunkerque
drowsy on the camping site
Tree-tops curtsey in he forest
as the TGV swoops past
tomorrow's 10K round the woodland
for this year will be the last
Eperlecques once housed a dragon
hidden deep in concrete caves
meant to rain fire over London
in those deadly days gone by
monstrous building in the woodland
bought by deaths of many slaves
mighty armour brought to ruin
smashed in fury from the sky
Watten now is never sad
people do not live in fear
football teams at Lens or Lille with
Flanders food and Belgian beer
there are festivals and fetes
spring regattas many bars
festivals and fireworks
street markets and vintage cars
I see Eperlecques and Watten
always in the afternoon as
shadows reach across the water
it is always in late August
it is always autumn soon
in Watten it was always August
always late in afternoon
always sombre autumn looming
always bitter winter soon