SCARS.

Picture, 'John Turton, manager, Wood Pit, Haydock, 1878.'


I remember well, those scars of blue,

That covered my Granddad's hands.

Hands that were gnarled and wrinkled,

The hands of a working man.

Many a man bears the scars,

From the work they had to do,

But only the working miner's hands,

Have the scars forever blue.



Ian Winstanley

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