Friday, January 2, 2009

Factory Comments

Rating: 5.0

The factory now lies empty on the bleak and stark estate,
Its corrugated roof tops are all slowly falling through,
No burning fire in chimney stacks and all machines are still,
Hushed the days and evenings now there's no more work to do.
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ANDREW BLAKEMORE
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Thad Wilk 16 January 2009

A poignant poem Andrew, beautifully written! ! A reminder when there's A recession around, eventually where you live - it could become a ghost town. Best wishes! ! *10*! ! Friend Thad

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Vaibhav Pandey 13 January 2009

vevry nicely described. I loved it.

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Duncan Wyllie 07 January 2009

The bleakness in this one, almost unbarable and yet strangely we see a glimmer of hope shining down on these buildings, , the sun, And then we notice natures new shoots sprouting forth where they had no chance or choice before A very well written poem AGAIN from an already skillfull writer Take care Love duncan X

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C.R. Clark 04 January 2009

There is a sadness in these verses. What once was great and thriving but now in decay. Reminds me of the 'ghost towns' of western movies. One can almost feel the lonliness. Masterful write indeed, Andrew. Thank you Richard

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Lynda Robson 03 January 2009

A sad sign of the times Andrew, as always I can picture the scene so well, a lot of industry has now gone from the Black Country, the people so hard-working, toiling in bad conditions, well penned, Lynda xxx

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