Tunnel Vision

 

Canal Scout Tunnel vision
Emerging to the light
After yards of cobbled path
Where day was turned to night
Like a mini Standedge
Blasted through the hill
Lined with brick at start and end
But bedrock showing still
A rail to guard the walkers
Lest they should take a fall
Head torch on to pierce the gloom
Beside the damp-run wall
The ghosts of bygone boatmen
Accompany each pace
Along this water highway
Within this Pennine place.