Quiet Like in North Queensferry ©

by Robbie Kennedy Bennett
(Codsall)

Wheest! On th’ wend at North Queensferry,
where I chose to pause.
Quiet like in North Queensferry,
surveying surroundings because.
I’m drawn by a self-seeking search
early hours I respect,
man and his mettle did they bury
by the Forth in North Queensferry?
Steadfast the bridge a Victorian bequest,
a task men dangerously done.
Withstanding the elements of winter,
saturated in the summer sun.
Soon there’ll be a sound
North Queensferry has heard before,
those behind drawn curtains
inside closed door.
Steel upon steel
wheels on rails,
North Queensferry hasn’t woken yet
but I bet she can tell some tails.
Stories of man, sweat and blood labouring long,
a bustling bar a beer and a song.
What went to plan today,
and curse in a foul mouthing way,
what went dam wrong!
North Queensferry hasn’t spoken yet
but I bet she has heard every word.
Notable buildings,
witnessed industrial endurance
photographical assurance.
Man and his mettle of that age,
and their venturous quest to earn a wage.
One day there was a sound
North Queensferry hadn’t heard before.
Steel upon steel
wheels on rails,
North Queensferry
afore I’m gone c’mon and tell some tails.
Wheest! On th’ wend at North Queensferry,
where I chose to rest.
Quiet like in North Queensferry
Wheest! My self-order of respect.
Robbie Kennedy Bennett www.rkbpoetry.co.uk