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Black Slates And Cobblestones
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Black slates and cobblestones
The sooty rain falls,
The long rows of terraces
With stark red brick walls,
The rivers in gutters flow
It's still pouring down,
Smoke from the chimney tops
Above this old town.
Grey skies bring misery
There's nowhere to turn,
Light shines through window panes
As coal fires burn,
Bleak streets and empty yards
Where no children play,
Nothing to smile about
So dull is the day.
Chains on the factory gates
No work can be found,
Hopes fell so long ago
On this solemn ground,
Black slates and cobblestones
The sooty rain falls,
The long rows of terraces
With stark red brick walls.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
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ben paynter (4/30/2008 8:19:00 PM)
i'be been reading through some of your works lately and you certainly have a way with words. it's nice to see someone who can rhyme while still making it sound smooth and effortless. this poem stuck out to me though and i love it...great stuff.
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Duncan Wyllie (2/29/2008 4:24:00 PM)
I don't know what it is about your poetry Andrew, but when I read it, it somehow feels familiar to me, like a long lost piece of work that I had previously treasured, now found
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