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Post by senfor on Oct 12, 2010 14:12:16 GMT -5
I learned a poem at school over 30 years ago and I've never heard of it since then. I can't find trace of it on the internet either. It was about a young man returning home from work and his wife remarking on how he was home early and his shift was not over. He says 'Aye my shifts over lass, my last shift'. She also comments on how pale and strange he looks and that something must have happened to him on his last shift. It ends with him telling her 'I've just slipped home to tell you, I'm streaked beneath a ton of coal in Helgut Drift'. I would love to know the rest of it and would be most grateful if anyone could help. Cheers.
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Post by John on Oct 13, 2010 5:49:30 GMT -5
Sorry, but I have not heard any poems other than what a couple of members here write.
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Post by headey on May 29, 2015 18:33:15 GMT -5
....about a young man returning home from work and his wife remarking on how he was home early and his shift was not over. He says 'Aye my shifts over lass, my last shift'. She also comments on how pale and strange he looks and that something must have happened to him on his last shift. It ends with him telling her 'I've just slipped home to tell you, I'm streaked beneath a ton of coal in Helgut Drift'. I would love to know the rest of it and would be most grateful if anyone could help. Cheers. New here, i dont seem to be able to paste anything in... you'll need to google it... Seems to be two verses in "The Last Shift" by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson. |
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