Is One With Nineveh and Tyre

Yesterday I blipped the puffer going up the Clyde and today I went down to where Paisley harbour was and now lies abandoned. Puffers like yesterday's blip would have come here to pick up cotton goods, and a host of other products to take out to more remote parts of Scotland.

It reminded me of two poems-

Cargoes by John Masefield

Quinquireme of Ninevah from distant Ophir...
Dirty British coaster with salt caked smoke stack
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days
With a cargo of Tyne coal...

And the other poem? Now that the past glory and prosperity has gone-

Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre

Rudyard Kipling Recessional