It Stretches each day, higher and around
Like a cradle supporting a child;
Strength, security, it grows each day.
Workmen whistle a tune; playing in their minds,
Another piece connects together.
A jig-saw puzzle, a bolt tightly closes.
The noises from the lift shaft cranks...
Another shift over, until tomorrow.
A silhouette stands alone, entombed by iron
And steel and sheets of bandages.
Rubble, loosened by the days work, falls
Like a piece of history...
To reveal the weakness of it's structure;
Tomorrow, much stronger, and a new life,
Built for a longer existence.
The cradle is each day removed and; history
Will stand once more.
Like a cradle supporting a child;
Strength, security, it grows each day.
Workmen whistle a tune; playing in their minds,
Another piece connects together.
A jig-saw puzzle, a bolt tightly closes.
The noises from the lift shaft cranks...
Another shift over, until tomorrow.
A silhouette stands alone, entombed by iron
And steel and sheets of bandages.
Rubble, loosened by the days work, falls
Like a piece of history...
To reveal the weakness of it's structure;
Tomorrow, much stronger, and a new life,
Built for a longer existence.
The cradle is each day removed and; history
Will stand once more.
Author: Nigel G Wilcox 31.10.90
Hatfield
Chapter Two
Photograph by NGW
No.25
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