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Re: Accrington Poets.
OK, here's my effort. Sorry if it doesn't scan too well.
THE GHOSTS OF PEEL PARK
Standing at the bottom of Avenue Parade
stars shine and the moon is high
Was that a roar I heard in the distance
or the wind's mournful, haunting sigh?
Walking up Water Street in the cool night air
suddenly l hear a faint sound
Could it be the clamour of voices
away on the outskirts of town?
Looking up to the sky at the top of the hill
in the distance I see a strange sight
Is it the lamps on Alice Street
or a row of phantom floodlights?
So, with fast-beating heart, I rush up the street
and arrive at Peel Park at last
but darkness and silence are all around
it's only the ghosts of the past.
....ah well, back to the day job.
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