Gavin's Cultural Section
The first poem
is a poem I wrote in the early 1980's.
It is about a local colliery, which
many years ago. The colliery was officially known as Lodge
but was called Billy Hall's pit by the men that worked there.
William Hall being the name of the original owner of the mine.
was situated at the side of a railway line, which
was later used as the
Eastwood by-pass. The original pit tip
can be seen at the left of the
The second poem, Moorgreen Show, was written in
It is an amusing look at a local agricultural show,
and what many
people seemed to think of it.
I returned to the show in 2001, and it was
better, some photos from the 2001 show can be seen
on my phots
Billy Hall's Pit
the new by-pass,
Remembering how it used to be.
This stretch of
tarmac, fringed with grass,
Bisecting the countryside, to let traffic run
Under the grass, the last remains,
Of buildings flattened long
A railway sleeper, suggesting trains,
But what stood here? Yes now
This was the coal wharf for Billy Hall's pit,
And over there,
the shaft now filled.
Where miners used to squat or sit,
cage, their bodies chilled.
The biting winds across the
Dispersing smoke from a last Woodbine.
The cold highlighting the
scars and weals,
Tattooed with coal dust from the mine.
Just up the
road the pit tip stood,
Smouldering away without a sound.
the bodies supplying its food,
Working hundreds of feet below the
Once a monument to those maimed or killed,
Now spread as
hard-core, a few yards away.
A gigantic monster, finally tamed,
below ground, good riddance some say.
It's still hard to imagine this
once busy lane,
Filled with the miners homeward bound.
not showing the pain,
And stress, of years working
Their wives sitting waiting, watching the clock,
Dreading the thought that a stranger might call.
In the back of their
minds, half expecting the knock,
And "Im sorry Missis, there has been
a roof fall"
This lane once lined with orchards,
Now seems so desolate,
Like the miners - redundant.
that remains is an overgrown path,
No Billy Hall's pit, and no railway
Nostalgias all right if you forget the bad times,
is better, not to look back.
Lane - December 2001
How many times
have I said before,
Enough is enough, I will go no more.
But wait, the
advance publicity said,
Do not by previous years be misled.
will be better, wait and see,
With something for all the family.
we trot, or is it canter,
To enjoy ourselves in carefree banter.
First the car park, easily found,
Only half a mile from the ground.
And if you have not got a coloured pass,
It's one pound to rent twelve
feet of grass.
When to the gate you finally creep,
The sign above
proclaims dig deep.
It is two pounds to enter this hallowed ground,
this, on top of the parking pound.
Then in you go, anticipating,
The joys and sights that are awaiting.
Before you've reached the second
You've bought a programme, eighty pence.
Now you know just
what's in store,
Is this the programme from the year before?
the same inside the cover,
Showjumping, dog show, best bullock and mother.
Around the ground to see the rest,
A quick tour first to find the
Two hundred smiling salesmen cry,
"Our double glazing is the best
So around again, watching cattle grazing,
Dodging the cow
dung, and more double glazing.
Perhaps next year will come to pass,
introduction of a special class.
A class for salesmen to find the best,
To be led round the field, suits neatly pressed.
Wouldn't it be lovely
to give them abuse,
Keep them parading, as they enthuse.
wares that no one buys,
Whilst telling us a pack of lies.
minute, there's a tent selling beer,
Perhaps I might come back next
The SJAB in
action at Moorgreen Show
that believe people join the St. John's just to gain
free admission to
events, witness the S.J.A.B. in action at Moorgreen Show.
The two St. John's
officers are Brian Rollinson, and Bill Wilde,
and the amusing thing is that
this is the first patient they
had treated in 30 years, and it was captured
The unfortunate patient had been kicked by a
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