A poem sent to Saltaire Trees

A poem about Saltaire Trees

 

by Arthur Williams of Shipley

 

Clogs are gone,

Headscarves, pinnies and loom.

Here and there, a shuttle,

Long unkissed,

Sequestered in the gloom.

We, like Bradford Pals before,

Mown down, dismembered, carted off

Within the hour.

Will we, like them,

Never be forgot?