The mills in our valley are silent

The windows all darkened and dead

And there's never a job when schooldays are over

For Alice Liza and Ted

The poem is from a pub in Slathwaite and the mill is in Bradford In the last 20 years I have seen countless mills close and either be demolished or converted

When I was a school leaver in 1976 there was work a plenty in the mills and you could walk out of one job on the Friday and get a fresh start on a Monday 

But sadly like the mills this is long gone