Poems

#poem for #Glengarnock #kilbirnie #northayrshire

I wrote this poem in the 1990s, I still feel it hasn´t changed much.
Glengarnock

No longer glows the sky at night
Eerie orange from that steel so bright
They still feel what they did was right
As I walk thorough a village called Glengarnock

The hills seem alive with mist and rain
Dead sheep killed for a politician’s pain
Same with the old chemical rain
As I walk through a village called Glengarnock

The old warehouses moan and creak
While people sign on for another week
Everyone wants but no one will seek
As I walk through the village of Glengarnock

My Grandfather’s village where he walked those streets
Dreaming of people he would never meet
Even the ground has gone that was beneath his feet
As I walk through the village of Glengarnock

Those streets once full of the working men
Now with CCTV for the news at ten
Just in case you happen to go round the bend
As I walk through a village called Glengarnock

The powers that be drive through every day
Closing their eyes to the things of dismay
Saying “Ah well tommorrow’s another day”
As I walk through the village of Glengarnock

Key tasks and spin as the place lies in gloom
While preachers predict that we are all doomed
A village once living which died so soon
As I walk through a village called Glengarnock

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