Re: Jeanette Winterston - famous novelist
Accrington where did you go
Why did you change?
What did you do with the memory of my childhood?
Where went the warmth of mother hood
So many son, lost to the guns,
So many daughters, God brought us
So easily parted, the consumption taught us
The misery that dank mills brought us
Accrington where did you go
Your cobbled Streets
Bleak back yards
Unlit paths to memories roads
Deathly dark Pits that the Devil strode
Bleak graves where the grass as grown
Broken widows, broken stone
I miss you Accrington, you where my home
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