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Great Western City

6/10/2014

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Great Western City 

It's hardly anything
An uneven skyline
Pastel houses pouring
Into another valley

Fold and twist and
Unexpected direction
Lending the merely
Functional dignity

Cathedrals of commerce
Learning and dwelling
And journey where
Every direction is Great

A city somehow rural
Still of the land
Homes built
From the same stone 

Their seeping foundations
Were hewn from
Below and above
And in between

Scraps of unbuildable
Banks colonised
By sycamore
Bluebell and bramble

And every street has an artist
Every surface brick
Or bridge of riveted iron
A canvas a block

To be sculpted by this
Romantic industry
Before I step
Onto the train

Back to my scrap
Of Eastern land
That was lucky to not
Become city


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