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Nov 2015
Cocooned under a web of road
rail and footpath at Top Locks
five narrow boats await their fate
stuck in a canal trade ice age.

Calling for new boat people
to change course from speed and stress
they're refitted cleaned and preened
for slow lane contemplation.

Slowly ne vessels pump life blood
branching out across old veins
filling the ships with goods again.
'Fill the Ships' was the moto of the now defunct Runcorn Urban District Council of which I was a member for a short time.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
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