Fleet Viaduct. Poem by john (called jack) wren

The lively tinkling tireless Fleet
moves on past the wearied bleat
from sheep grazing fading blades
before the falling darkling shades
past great pillars where engines cast
unwanted waste midst hills so vast

tis but a memory from days of yore
when train and rail were at the fore
and mighty arches reigned supreme
till foolish minds usurped the dream
and closed the veins that fed this line
to hurry forth its sad decline
enclosed in time to meet its fate
by injurious wire in triplicate.
where fragments torn from a fleece
leave ornaments on its mantlepiece
this colossus in concrete and brick
with curves so stylish and classic
is a monument cast by aching feet
beside the tireless Big Water of Fleet.