Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 18, 2018

Work Booted Grafters~by Patrick Kevin O’Shea

Does anybody remember when there were lots of factories .That was before they closed the majority of them down . This is a short poem to take us back there, just for a short while .


Work Booted Grafters

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Dirty dark factories
Under grey shiftin clouds
Lots of, work booted footsteps
Struttin to and from loud
Black Country chimneys
Puffing smoke up aloft
Chatting, smokin “Woodbines”
Ocasional damp smogy coughs
Loud and noisy factories
Fabricatin this and castin that
Presses shapin metalwork
Peace work, rat ta ta ta tat
Five O Clock, to down tools
Sirens screamin out aloud
Queueing by the tic tock
Clockin out, within the crowd
Spreadin out, like wild flys
To beat the factory rush
Or standin in the long queue
To catch the later bus
Black and white memories
Of how it was, that I know
Full of work booted grafters
Once upon a time, long ago

Poetry by
Copyright Written by
Patrick Kevin O’Shea

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