Remains of YesterdayThe Valley bottom clutched its pastfearful of progress.Reminders lay everywhere, jarring my nostalgia. Upended tram wheels rusted, never to spin again along the broken overgrown line in despair of its lost destination. Brown-tufted grass, wind-fanned on pregnant coal heaps ill disguised the underlying wretched and surplus blackness. Cinder boulders of red ash like giant mammoths squatted next to the stone-strewn river polluted with waste of coal and iron. Facing the chimneyed ironwork ruins two green-stoned Roundtowers, one derelict, completed a debris of childhood memories |
