Burnbank’s Noises!
When it get’s dark and I am
on my own I still hear noises
from my old home in Burnbank.
But I can’t hear the trains in
the shunting yard, I left my
home when times were hard.
In Bertram street we could keep
the beat as the bolt work hammer
could be felt in the street. Carpet
workers would be at the door if
you sang or danced they
shouted more!
But I can’t hear the trains in the
shunting yards, I left my home
when times were hard.
I still hear the diesels beside the
bridge, listen for the chieftains
as my brothers did while the
rubber smells, the gaffer yells
will you cut that tread.
But I can’t hear the trains in the
shunting yards where we gleaned
the coal when times were hard.
You could hear the screams of
rats down in the tank, when we
threw down rocks as we climbed
the bank. Foundry noises split
the air and if you walked too
close you could smell it in
your hair.
But I can’t hear the trains in the
shunting yard, where we sought
out breakages when times were
hard. When the works on strike
or your dad got his cards.
Yes I left home when times were
hard but late at night when the
quietness comes, I swear I can
still smell the factory lums
in Burnbank.
Written for Historic Hamilton by
Kit Duddy
kitspoems
Thank you Garry
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