Wilford Street Bridge

by Jem Croucher

Neath the Wilford Street Bridge
Where the old water flows
Castle lock hides the secret
That only passing time knows
Over a century now of traffic
Depleted through the years
Its industrial heyday hidden
Behind twenty-first century tears
Yet in the midst of this sorrow
Is the occasional smile
As a narrowboat passes
Every once in a while

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