The noise was deafening, like pick-axe on granite,

They toiled through each night to build the Titanic.

This splendour of man would reach to the sky,

Their ignorance of Nature told them it couldn't die.

Way across the Atlantic as the Titanic grew,

The young iceberg in innocence floated proud and true.

Born in that place where few men dare,

As if waiting for the liner, to meet her there.

Large and larger the liner did get,

But so did the iceberg she hadn't yet met.

Man's greatest triumph of his day,

Its maiden voyage was set to sail away.

The gentry had boarded, their wealth to be seen,

Could it really be true, was it all just a dream?

As the Titanic set sail, the passengers they waved,

The band on the quayside, they played and they played.

In the cold, icy waters the iceberg did sway,

Slowly bobbing up and down as if at play.

More real than the liner, which was only man-made,

Nature, she'd made the iceberg, and no one had paid.

At last they did meet, they both stood out proud.

Like two shining knights, but who'll wear the shroud?

The collision it came, as it could have been foreseen.

People's laughter soon turned to screams.

She creaked and she cracked, her stern in the air.

They hadn't seen the danger just waiting there.

She drank in the sea as if dying of thirst,

She came to this place, she came and was cursed.

She'd sailed her last voyage, although still her first,

Man against Nature, and her last drink she drank.

Her insides were full now,

And the unsinkable ship sank. By Mr G Santley

Lakeside Avenue, Bolton

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