History now timeless,
With memories of ancient Romans,
Who forged a road through our land.
Where we are not by the sea,
Chasewater has a pier,
Above the waves of the lake.
Starting at St James church,
Trees that probably resided
Through two world wars.
Roll down the hill,
Of this once hamlet,
Transformed into a town...
Where a cinema decades ago,
Would put on a show.
If you fancied a treat of boiled sweets,
In a crisp brown paper bag,
Where the old newsagents used to stand.
A farmers market so grand,
Used to be where now the Smithy's Forge pub be...
Coal was our trade,
Train tracks now battered,
Covered in the overgrow.
Hidden caverns of coal,
Under the older parts of town.
Follow the ripples of our canal,
Where the odd festival is still held now.
Enjoying this time at hand,
Belonging to this land.
Written by
Joanne Shaw
Just one of Walsall born Joanne Shaw's portfolio of poetry.
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