Gavin's Cultural Section

The first poem is a poem I wrote in the early 1980's.
It is about a local colliery, which closed down
many years ago. The colliery was officially known as Lodge Colliery,
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.
The colliery 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 picture below.

The second poem, Moorgreen Show, was written in 1982.
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 much
better, some photos from the 2001 show can be seen
on my phots page.

Billy Halls Pit

Billy Hall's Pit

Walking along the new by-pass,
Remembering how it used to be.
This stretch of tarmac, fringed with grass,
Bisecting the countryside, to let traffic run free.

Under the grass, the last remains,
Of buildings flattened long ago.
A railway sleeper, suggesting trains,
But what stood here? Yes now I know.

This was the coal wharf for Billy Hall's pit,
And over there, the shaft now filled.
Where miners used to squat or sit,
Awaiting the cage, their bodies chilled.

The biting winds across the fields,
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.
Sweating, like the bodies supplying its food,
Working hundreds of feet below the ground.

Once a monument to those maimed or killed,
Now spread as hard-core, a few yards away.
A gigantic monster, finally tamed,
Now back below ground, good riddance some say.

It's still hard to imagine this once busy lane,
Filled with the miners homeward bound.
Tortured bodies, not showing the pain,
And stress, of years working underground.

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 "I’m sorry Missis, there has been a roof fall"

This lane once lined with orchards,
And wildlife abundant.
Now seems so desolate,
Like the miners - redundant.

All that remains is an overgrown path,
No Billy Hall's pit, and no railway track.
Nostalgia’s all right if you forget the bad times,
Perhaps it is better, not to look back.

Billy Hall's Lane - December 2001

Billy Hall's Lane December 2001

Moorgreen Show 1982

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.
This year will be better, wait and see,
With something for all the family.
So off 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,
And 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 fence,
You've bought a programme, eighty pence.
Now you know just what's in store,
Is this the programme from the year before?
It looks 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 best.
Two hundred smiling salesmen cry,
"Our double glazing is the best to buy".
So around again, watching cattle grazing,
Dodging the cow dung, and more double glazing.
Perhaps next year will come to pass,
The 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.
About their wares that no one buys,
Whilst telling us a pack of lies.
Wait a minute, there's a tent selling beer,
Perhaps I might come back next year.

The SJAB in action at Moorgreen Show

St. Johns in action

For those 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 on film.
The unfortunate patient had been kicked by a pony.


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