Land of My Fathers Poetry Club

Land of my Fathers

What's left in the valleys
Now there's no coal
No life in the steel works
No pride on the dole
Where's the heart in our rugby
The song in our soul
No reason to sing
No pride on the dole

The dragon may slumber
While sleeping will dream
And will rage at the plunder
Of each underground seam
Then with fresh burning passion
Long awaited rebirth
For this Land Of My Fathers
Such sweet smelling earth

by Andrew Tovey

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Last Modified on: 05-12-2018