Into the smokey distance I gaze,

Where curvaceous green hilltops,

Meet a streaky, pale sky,


Splashes of pink over,

Ladders of white on pastel,

Blue canvass,


Lowry type figures,

Pattern the streets,

Silent footsteps on grey stone,


A lonely tram cruises,

Smoothly and vacant,

The morning steam rises,

Over this yawning city.