The Victoria Park Tunnel

The Victoria Park Tunnel

A Poem by Marshal Gebbie

The Victoria Park Tunnel

by Marshal Gebbie

 

The peace in this seclusion 
Of a tranquil park in green, 
With stately trees of ancient years 
And walkways in between 
There's deep shade under foliage 
With sunspots everywhere, 
And a velvet sense of peacefulness 
Pervading in the air. 


















But: 
Should you step beyond the green grass, 
Should you venture onto seal, 
An abrupt and harsh transition 
Manifests, as quite unreal! 
There's a cacophony of engine noise, 
The headlong rush of cars, 
A kaleidoskope of steel and glass 
And frantic men from Mars! 

















The grind of wasted hours 
With inertia breeding dread 
And putting up with maniac's 
Ignoring stop lights turning red. 
There's a quagmire of congestion here 
A head ache for the Tsar's 
And for myriads of people 
Who queue daily in their cars. 















There's a White Knight in the future, 
There's salvation in the air 
For the God's of your deliverance 
Will relieve you of despair. 
They will forge a mighty tunnel 
Deep beneath the grassy park 
And divert congested traffic 
Out beyond congestion's arc. 















Melding with the motorway 
To make breathing space for all, 
The Victoria Park Alliance 
Guarantees their clarion call. 
Energetic men and women 
Who are planning round the clock, 
Engineers and excavator's slave 
To work without a stop. 
Concrete slab and steel amass 
To build the tunnel strong 
And sleek attenuators 
Keep the traffic flowing on. 















Orange hazards blink in gloom

Autumn mist in early light,
Traffic cones direct the flow
Attenuators keep it tight.
Through the mist construction looms
A mighty swath comes into sight
A structure massive, incomplete
Sweeps past the Birdcage portal light.

Burrowed deep within the Park
Surmounted by its stark white beams,
The tunnel curves towards the Bridge
To emerge near the Victory screens.
Symmetry in huge largess
Biblical in size and form,
Built by puny hands of flesh
Man inspired, conceived and born.














Columns in the concrete mass
Loom as sentries, side by side,
Level in majestic sweep
Through the tunnel’s corner glide.
Massive beams locked overhead
Cap the roof’s gigantic clasp,
Reinforced by gridlocked steel
Bound within the concrete’s grasp.














Mounds of blue, congealed wet clay
Layered in an old sea bed,
Hauled away from ancient crib
By Fletcher excavators red.
Roaring diesel truck and tray
Loaded overburden high,
Water blasted spick and span
Keeping highways clean and dry.

Monstrous cranes with hanging rig
Lower weights of ponderous steel,
Gently to the tunnel base
Led by Dogman’s coaxing feel.
Urgency in every move
Hard hats drill with diamond core,
Fixing massive panel slabs
To the looming concrete’s bore.















Well below incoming tide
Pounded by the drenching rain,
Four inch pumps snake to the sump
Ensuring flood control’s maintained.
Foremen bark and keep control
Hard hats share a secret smile,
Safety first for every man
Think before you lift that pile.






















Gate girls smile at passers bye
Politely chiding those who stray,
Holding up a halting hand
With trucks inbound in hazards way.
Smoko at the Bowling Club
Murmur of a hundred souls,
Grubby in their hi vis vests
Munching on the caterers rolls.

Morale amongst the working men
Is high because they feel the cause,
A project that is so worthwhile
They KNOW that it  deserves applause.
 
Traffic roars above it all
Passing in a steady stream,
Brake lights on the viaduct
Cop cars flash and sirens scream.














This project has a consciousness
A Heart, a mind, a soul.
And an inspirational spirit
Which guides us to the goal.
To eliminate the bottleneck
In Auckland's traffic day
And to streamline the system
Of our vehicular motorway.














Politicians snarl right now
Champing at the huge expense,
But by next year’s finish date
Congratulations will commence.
The jewel in the crown they say
Is found within our park of green,
The Victoria Park Tunnel, friend,
Is a true magnificence, to be seen.


Magnificence in the form 
Of a tunnel underground 
Beneath the spreading boughs 
Of an oak in green surround, 
Beneath the peaceful turf 
Of a verdant park as planned, 
Found amidst the million souls 
Of Auckland, New Zealand. 

Marshalg 
@theCoalface
 
Victoria Park Tunnel
Auckland city
9 November 2010

© 2011 Marshal Gebbie


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Marshal Gebbie
Marshal Gebbie

Auckland, New Zealand



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Poem writer for the average Joe. Take tremendous satisfaction in creatively writing about everyday things and everyday people. Australian native who has adopted New Zealand and New Zealanders. Marvel.. more..

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