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A Shortcut
Relics of the Beeching Axe, Reminding me of better days, A brace of rusty railway tracks Fall out and go their separate ways. The cutting walls rise cool and steep, Shutting off the failing light, Full of secrets – theirs to keep From everyone but me tonight. And halfway through and just ahead, Crouching there, beside the line, A long-forgotten railway shed Still sends a shiver down my spine. I dare not stop – I dare not peep Inside that godforsaken hut. Keep it hidden. Let it sleep. And leave behind this wretched cut. |
Surrounded by its own moat, 16th century Little Moreton Hall, near Congleton,
has been described as the finest example of Elizabethan domestic architecture in the country. |
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Text, poems and images © JJ Creber 2024
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