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On the Thames...the tall sailing ships
July 1989
On the Isles of Dogs,
In the Cascades Bulding
Huge portholes
By way of windows
Through wich you could see the ships go by.
The Thames once bore that forest of masts
Driven by the tide, swaying in the wind.
With light touch, the skipers
Of the four-smasters
Avoided sanded banks
In the loops if river and sea
as far as Tower Bridge,
Last stop for these tall ships,
Where they moored, below the Tower.
Time passes, the wind blows,
This tryst with London
Will be the very last,
A work of art, since then erected,
Downstream from the city,
Bars the way to these tall masts
For ever.
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