In 2006; I got the writing bug; after producing quite a collection of work I put it together in paperbacks and raised money for Charities/Organisations. I have now had my work read out on BBC local radio, printed in magazines, local and regional newspapers, printed in anthologies.had a series of work published in the local press, been on local and regional Radio reading out my work. After attending some local open-mic events, being asked if my books are available, they can now been purchased at; Thackeray’s Books Arts & Crafts, Denton, Manchester. www.thackerysbooks.co.uk Hope you enjoy this sample
Politically what's to come? Last twelve months in politics, has been a media dream Surprises came from nowhere, shock it was extreme UK went to Brexit, who would think of that USA they trumped us, Donald came out the hat Obama tried to sway our vote, did not do a lot Accusations of votes being influenced; Russia on the spot Nigel chats with Donald, before he was elected Friendship from the USA greatly resurrected Bottom for a trade deal, Obama he did say The Donald in the hot seat, big deal on the way Friday's inauguration will start another feast Not really knowing what's to came; 'be great' to say the least What’s the answer? No one’s being racist the West just can not cope A land of milk and honey, homeless this their hope Help is what we offer, resources falling short Poverty, growing yearly, many getting caught Sometimes sounding selfish, not caring for our own Many living on the streets, nowhere to call their home Food banks, many charities, folks are ever kind All the devolution, what’s happening to mankind? Saturated our own problems, we never sort things out Shuffling round the figures, won’t turn things about Do we have the answer or will we just implode With all the evil out there; world set to explode Bradford Pit Early beginnings at Bradford Pit, ten miners made their way To dig from shallow workings, then a seam of fireclay Used for lining furnaces, firebricks they are made Brickworks put upon the site, blokes are getting paid From this then, the mine strived on, in 1854 More employed to dig the coal, deep shaft producing more One of the deepest, of British coal, became a ‘super pit’ Three million pounds was spent up top, area was refit Looking like a village surrounding its mighty tower In fifty eight merged with Ashton Moss, coal producing power Deep and steep the Bradford seam 800 tons a day Working shifts, day and night, them lads they earn their pay Seventeen hundred miners, money from black gold But one thing led to another, problems were foretold No longer making profit, September sixty eight Coal Board had the final word, locks put on the gate A family that worked the pit; for years went down the shaft All the years of mining of hard back breaking graft
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