At this point on
the second day of
May;
Three spires lie at points on
the horizon:
The ashes on Allenby Square will
conceal the second spire before the
month is out,
But for now, I see them;
First,
Second,
And the Third surprise:
Nearest and easternmost,
the spire and tower of
St. Oswald's,
Seen so often yet visited but once.
Next and poking above a chimney,
the spire of St. John the Baptist on
West Derby Road:
Visible only from Ash-fall in late October:
To Ash-rise in Spring.
Furthest,
And the biggest surprise;
The miniature spire of the
South Chapel;
Nestled between the Towers of
Fish-Meat and Old Hospital;
Yet in the Sphere of the Two
football grounds.
A third tower lies also to
the North;
One like a mini version of
the old hospital tower but with
a clock face.
It too was once a hospital,
But lies in the realm of Walton rather
than Newsham;
And,
during the time of the monolith,
one of the few
structures that could be spied whether in
winter or summer.
Three Spires;
Three Towers;
Two Hospitals;
Three Churches.
The horizon has broadened to points
unimaginable.