A Little Poem

The various talents of members of our Ranger Group never cease to amaze me and here is another example, a piece of poetry by John Swan, who has been keeping a close watch on the progress (or lack of it) on the conversion of the Breadsall
Greenway from derelict railway track to a fine multi-user path.

Grime, smoke, steel and wood;
steam and iron here once stood.
Long since gone beneath a cloak,
of trees of green and lofty oak.
Once again to be displayed,
by hand of man, and mighty blade.
Levels changed and access new.
All new vistas to eschew.
The trodden way now firm and staid,
no longer mud or water wade.
Horses plod and walker pace.
Biker ride. Not a race.
To be enjoyed by young and old,
in heat of summer or winter cold.

John Swan