Tyne Dock Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDDC EEDEEF GHIJHI KEDKEGK

The summer season at Tyne DockA
Hoisted my boyhood in a craneB
Above the shaggy mining townC
Above the slaghills and the rocksD
Above the middens in backlanesD
And wooden hen huts falling downC
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Vermilion grass grew in the streetE
Where the blind pit ponies prancedE
And poppies screamed by butchers' stallsD
Where bulls kicked sparks with dying feetE
And in the naked larks I sensedE
A cruel god beneath it allF
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Over the pit head wheel the moonG
Was clean as a girl's face in schoolH
I envied the remote old manI
Who lived there happy and aloneJ
While in the kitchen the mad spoolH
Unwound as Annie's treadle ranI
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The boyish season is still thereK
For clapping hands and leaping feetE
Across the slagheaps and the dunesD
And still it breaks into my careK
Though I will never find the streetE
Nor catch the old impulsive tuneG
Nor ever lose that child's despairK

Francis Scarfe



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