Pittencrieff

Pitpark

where are you now in lists of old,

in places gone and often told,

all around of little change;

the Tower Burn runs on and on,

now through the park that

changed the world in Pittsburgh

back now in peoples’ hands

the giant left it just the same,

to be seen in Palace view,

a place forever,

old and new.

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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