Fly

Fly bird on gilded wing
Fly to pasture new
I've said goodbye to this land
To my family I've said adieu

I go to seek some foreign gold
In a land many miles away
And whether I'll return to here
As yet, I truly cannot say

For what is ther to keep me
In this barren, shuttered town
Where each minute a shop is built
An another factory is torn down

For there's no work for hands
That work with metal or wood
That toil each day in oil and grease
And are covered in sores that seep blood

We used to be the pride of the world
With the goods of our industrial age
But now it's all plastic and pc's
Our book's moved on to the next page

What we once toiled to build
Now comes from foreign shore
And people with experience and skill
Aren't wanted here any more

So now it's off to a country
That still has pride within itself
And recognises that skills like mine
Are too valuable to be left on the shelf


Terry Rhiannyr
October, 2012