Leckhampton Chimney Has Fallen Down - Poem by Ivor Gurney
Leckhampton chimney has fallen down
The birds of Crickley have cried it, it is known in the town,
The cliffs have changed, what will come next to that line
Watcher of West England, now that landmark has fallen
Severn has changed course, it is known by Barrow.
Malvern may heave up in other lines by tomorrow.
But Maisemore Hill stable and rounded shall stay
Not all the good influences will pass away
Cleeve will front sunset, Birdlip shall have its road
Flung angled and noble on its breast broad.
Many things shall stay, but the stone Chimney
Leckhampton's mark has fallen, like a stick or a tree.
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