Carved Asunder

Freeborn Johnny's, Wearside Jacks, villains heroes wandered dales
drank my rivers ales and spirits, planed her forests into ships
towered masts avast with sails.

Meandered northern river song,carved asunder over time, cloudbourne sisters, Tees and Tyne.
Durham miners gala days, laughing long dead Geordie colliers toiled down deep in veins of darkest anthracite, squandered youth enslaved their might, ruptured backs and coughed out lungs in scarlet speckled mist.

Dropped like pebbles twelve hour shifts, clattered lifts down wet pit shafts.
Winston's rats back down their holes and under sea, five miles outs no hyperbole.

My bloods flowed all along this stream and in my dreams are Jimmy Crawford 's hopes and schemes.
On Rokers rusted iron rails paint thick layers blistered summers gails, winter storms or twisted pasts, all amongst and within my prescient forms unveiled our presents.