Local Poetry

Dirty Old Town  By Dave Marsh

Inspired by a recent visit.

The old cobbled streets
Of a dirty old town,
The long ago memories
Time cannot drown.

Clogs, shawls and gaslamps,
A real Lowrie scene,
My minds eye an image
Of time that has been.

I stand by the factory
And take in the sight,
The smells and the sounds,
Old Wigans delights.

Fifty years on now
Most of it's gone,
Just folk with good memories
Of dirty old town.