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Canal at Kings Lynn North Norfolk
A homage to the historic town in North Norfolk
Channels of history lead you to the waters edge
A stone square sits as proudly as Colonial America
White painted windows, iron knockers, medieval beams
The ghost of marine trade lies quietly
Its mighty anchors retired from a life of plunging into waves
Towering buoys stacked as giant bee hives
Their attendant Ropes and chains
Make a marriage for rust and barnacles a feast for the eye
Floating towers for bells and lights the tools of navigation
All say one word in windy whispers - estuary
To retreat into the shelter of the old town is to pass through time
A man carries the last of the bread above his head
Apron tied roughly, a cloth linen cap, his boots clatter on the cobbles
Candles at the windows, fleeting faces press the misted glass
An iron hoop escapes a rough hewn town boy
Laughter bounces from walls
Here in twists of streets are the high warehouse hooks
The biscuit red bricks, bands of flint make merry in the soft sun
Now as the quiet of night descends, golden light filters from the water
In all our short history of so many joys and catastrophes
Towering dwellings remain meeting places for the departed
Until the chatter of a new day stirs to proliferate in games of chance
The soft satin water, transient and never still
Is a timeless jewel that mingles with the reeds and briars
To peer into its clouds is to enter the sky of inner Earth
The water rises and enters uninvited a silent war with stout hearts
The beauty of Kings Lynn lives on to grace a new century
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