The factories have all gone where once <br />The smoking stacks did stand, <br />So too their famous silhouettes <br />That stood upon this land, <br />The site now lying empty where <br />The grass and bush have grown, <br />Which cloak the scattered bricks that lie <br />With twisted iron and stone. <br /> <br />The smogs have cleared revealing streets <br />Of red bricked terraced rows, <br />Some boarded up with missing slates <br />Through which the cold wind blows, <br />Where once the town was crowded <br />Now deserted and so bleak, <br />So many now have moved away <br />For work they had to seek. <br /> <br />Yet since those factories there were built <br />So many years have passed, <br />Who would have thought those days would end <br />And disappear so fast, <br />Those families and communities <br />Have all been torn apart, <br />For now the town has lost its soul <br />So too its beating heart.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-factories-have-all-gone/
