A poem about Round Oak Steel Works.
The Silk Scarf
A poem by Jan Yorke
Our dad used to work there
Once when burning ingots rolled along the factory floor
Slowly moving onward without rushOur dad used to work there
When tapped out furnace fires
Gave the sky a glory glow
And filled the clouds with dustOur dad used to work there
When heat and sulphur filled
His lungs with every breath
And clinker clung like sweatOur dad used to work there
When men of steel spilled through the gates
And filled the pub to quench their heavy thirstOur dad used to work there
A flash of white silk scarf around his neck
At his dirty filthy worstOur dad used to work there
Upon the fiery hill of Brierley townOur dad used to work there
And then they closed it down.For more poetry inspired by Brierley Hill visit http://brierleyhillnesstoolkit.wordpress.com/creative-community-responses/poetry/
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