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Glengarnock Poem

by Seosaidh

A poem of my home town written by me.

No longer glows the sky at night Eerie orange from that steel so bright They still fell though 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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