Reader Poem: The Northern Distributor Route
Completion of Norwich’s Northern Distributor Road, which connects to the Southern Bypass at its easterly end, is a piece of positive news. Picture: ANTONY KELLY - Credit: Archant
One poet has paid tribute to the NDR with this poignant poem about the road, fear and nature. What do you think of it?
The Northern Distributor Route
The noise and din is over now
And the workmen all gone home
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For left behind a road is laid
Black and hard well made and sound.
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In bends and curves to sweep us round
In swiftly flowing driven motion
To avoid the built up and the build up
Of ever slowing car congestion
But something works to make us fear.
That we lose the wooded ways
So typical of our rural shire
The need for more than speed
Nature's beauty, peace and rest
Has made a bridge too far to link
Forced the juggernaut to stop
And us to pause and think
So there it stops this tarmac marvel
A question posed under lovely sky
A conundrum set to ask a probing question
Why?
We often fear what's to come
May be the worst
And when objectors tire and grandees decree
The worst betimes may happen
So flora and fauna in coloured variety
Be from us forever taken.
Such may come of this affair
When commissars decide
To close the missing link
And bury all and never blink
By rumbling tarmac slide
But in spite of this we may
Allow ourselves some hope
That good things that might be gone
Are sometimes kept
If imagination be given scope
To devise a happier end to this affair
Than the sad and tragic one
We all at present fear.
by Chris Gould
If you would like to submit a poem to our Poets Corner section, published in print everyday in the Norwich Evening News, please email eveningnewsletters@archant.co.uk.
