6/11/2008 - Mills

But 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 soot covers the shine of years gone by
The laughing, chatting pals at break of day
Wending their path to feed the looms
and make their work the fruit of this land
Now their life and labours away.

 

This is an extended version of the a previously published poem
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