National Poetry Day… 2012 Theme: Stars

The stars shine like diamonds on Blaina,
as the moonbeams caress Pen-y-fan
But the cold wind still moans as it blows every night
on the mountains above Aberfan

“Act of God” people mouthed without thinking
and the Devil was heard to applaud
Claps of thunder, that rolled of for hours
as they heaped all the blame on the Lord

But in Heaven the choirs stopped singing,
there were angels who stood, heads hung low
Who had built up the tips of destruction
in their Earth years of not long ago

Never thinking a bad thing could happen
All they did then was work for a wage
As they’d turn up five-thirty each morning
To be lowered down the pit in a cage

But the Devil cared not for the decent
Nor the children, all lambs of the Lord
As he sits with the panels of gentry
And he turns them towards his accord

He’s unseen in the form known to mankind
But he walks in the streets of the wise
Then he corrupts them with greed and destruction
As he tells them such beautiful lies

He can arm men in power with malice
Make them callous to pleas of the poor
So they plough on regardless for profit
Then he’ll drive them on further for more

But no collier who ever drew breath there
Would have built up those tips if he’d known
That fulfilling the whims of the master
Would have stolen from parents their own

But the children have all gone to heaven
And their breath is as fresh as the dew
As they play in the garden of glory
Far away from the horror they knew

Time will come when their parents will meet them
And the prayers that they said will be met
And the Lord in his Kingdom will greet them
And they’ll cherish the welcome they get

For the children are smiling and happy
As they were on that day long ago
When the Devil had tried to collect them
But the Lord in his wisdom said, “No”.

Now the pits are all shut down and empty
It should happen no more by that rule
Yet last month a tip moved in Tredegar
Slid to rest twenty yards from a school

Pray to God politicians will heed it
And deny the Devil his plan
Make them flatten the tips and remember
Every child from that town Aberfan.


That’s a little poem my old man penned way back in 1992.  It’s called God’s Little Children and was inspired by a close call in Tredegar, when coal slag slid to cover most of a school playground – a school containing 900 kids.

It’s one of many that he wrote in his later years and having been a miner himself, there was a glut with a coal mining bias.  I’ve not really shared them with anyone, but for some reason today it felt right to do so.  I’d seen a status update from Dan Allsobrook mentioning the National Poetry Day and thought I’d share.

Hope you enjoy it, I’d love to hear your thoughts.  Maybe I should build a site to house all of the stuff he wrote?



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