Friday, March 18, 2005

Welsh industry

Once the ports kept freighters full
Of iron and coal, slate and wool

Marinas occupy the docks
With bistros and apartment blocks

Where a factory used to stamp and rage
Now there's an annual car-rally stage

Railway tracks grow dull with rust
The rotting trucks are filled with dust

Hands fall idle for want of tasks
"What of Welsh industry?" someone asks

The answer is becoming clear:
It would be a good idea

1 comment:

Erin said...

Having been to my site, I presume you know my dislike of rhyme... and this is a rhyming poem that doesn't fit that critria... love the fact that you've managed rhyming couplets and DIDN'T feel forced. That, in my mind, is no small feat.