Under Wearmouth Bridge Poem by Paul Reed
Under Wearmouth Bridge
We stood between blackened stone columns
Carrying history, high and proud
The world racing frantically above us
But down here, no longer loud;
We were glad to have discovered
A place we had never stood before
Amongst these sturdy pillars
Far beneath the traffic roar;
A vow was made to return
View the work of stonemason hand
To sample again the green tranquillity
Hidden below Sunderland.
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