>>1963230>Grimy and grazed, the engines reflection, was it?>Down at the docks, were you?>For a "metal collection" was it?For me, it's "Dawn freshens, the climb is done.
Down towards Glasgow she descends.
Towards the steam tugs, yelping down the glade of cranes.
Towards the fields of apparatus, the furnaces,
Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen.
All Scotland waits for her,
In the dark glens, beside the pale green sea lochs,
men long for news..."
