Glencraig

Poems

Glencraig Village

By James Rowan 

T’was 10 am on an August Morn,
The sky was blue-The sun shone warm,
To the “Meadows” Park – I made my way,
Yet To the hill of Clune – My feet did stray,
I stood apon – Its summit high,
Watched Fitty’s waters – Flowing by,
Twisting it’s way – First left then right,
Under Clochrite bridge – And out of sight,
So I spread my   gaze – Past either shore,
Remembering it – In days of yore,
Where cattle now graze – Miners rows stood there,
Like the “Double Blocks” – And the famous square,
The “Gaffers Raw” – And so many more,
Barclay’s Chemist – Lochgelly Store,
Nevay’s the barber – Joe Gizzie’s Club,
Wilson’s chip shop – John Hunter’s pub,
Then I movemy eyes – To a higher line,
Where the Colliery chimney – Spewed smoke and grime,
And the winding engine  - With it’s awesome whine,
Sent the cage a plunging – Down the mine,
The burning bing – It’s sulphurous coals,
The old “Pug” engine – The fireholes,
But all have gone – These many years,
With lowered eyes – Now filled with tears
Retraced my steps – With a heavy sigh,
Its so sad to see a village die.