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A murky path we travel |
Dark Water Down tow paths and canal ways The narrowboat ploughs on Barging though the slow days and speeding through... its gone Stopping at Marinas Moored along the path At jetties, wharfs and piers It's wake, it's aftermath Tides on which it's travelled The currents that it's played The ripples that unravelled On a voyage sore and frayed With destinations scary It's reached it's final dock The water levels vary The beavers dam and lock As mindless beasts of burden Pull the narrow boat on through A new world is their guerdon Senseless, brave, untrue Yet this barge, it cannot sail The places where it plans Where other barges failed To navigate the land Foundations, man made channels Set along the way That jingoistic flannel Cannot halt or sway The boat can only voyage The existing routes that stand Sharks murky, narrow water … they can't control the land So let the barge set sail … carve what routes it can Sometimes locks just fail So we work in four knot spans and for that time we fathom The depth we hope is there with anchor's cabled random and hope in anxious air Hope that maybe next time An alternative might be Available for booking … and chartered out for sea Not insular and landlocked No walls, but open ports and pray to God the codes docked and land locked down in forts Secured from the wrong hands Narrowboats stuck, hear our plea? Locked barges that stay inland … should not stray to land or sea |