ENGLEHART
The chimney at Englehart belches out smoke and steam
Like a great evil monster in some long frightful dream,
Wanting to cover up all that is beautiful, clean and bright,
As if it were some plague or a life killing cruel blight.
In the warm months it drifts over fields of cattle and sheep,
In winter this pestilence through vivid blue skies does creep,
See how it does it’s very best to blot out that cold bright sun,
Then a rainbow glows telling us that good this battle has won.
A nice little town built on a lovely flat rich fertile, plain,
Fighting, yet needing the board factory with it’s cruel bain,
The two sources of income are needed for all to survive,
But I am glad that we just have to through it quickly drive.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 14 December 2005