Aberfan Disaster Poem by Chris RYS

Aberfan Disaster



The rolling hills of green,
The mining spoils line the valley,
The children leave for school one last time,
They kiss their Ma´s goodbye.

The news says the spoils have fallen,
The village is drowned by coal,
The sun is shining bright,
On the darkest day of the Welsh valleys.

The school children are killed by the spoils,
116 kids are now in heaven,
Cries of Ma´s and Da´s can be heard all round,
They hid under tables to hide from the hell surrounding them,
But it was not enough.

The brave people of Aberfan fight to keep them alive,
Now they rest in peace,
Forever they will stay in the memories of the valleys.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
21/10/1966- One of the worst welsh mining disaster that killed 144 of which 116 were children.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bill Wright 20 April 2016

A dreadful day,21st October 1966, the day I became an atheist. If you get the chance have a look at my own poem called Aberfan.

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Guy Lip-more 19 June 2014

Elequently expressed.

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Gajanan Mishra 26 October 2013

rest in peace, good write, thanks, I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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