sounds of the Clyde

[myfindhorn]

I have tried everywhere to get a copy of sounds of the Clyde, here is one poem from it, it says a lot

SOUNDS OF THE CLYDE

By Agnes Dick

I sit above Greenock on a windswept hill
Looking down on the shipyards,that are now lying still
The basins are empty and the yards are all bare
And the cranes are all gone ,that once proudly stood there

I can still hear the noise and the flashes of light
From the torches of welders ,who worked through the night
And I still see the thousands of men every morn
As they head for their work at the sound of the horn


There were platers and welders, red leaders too
Burners and caulkers, to name but a few
And the mad rush at night when their day's work was done
It's hard to believe those days have now gone

And as each finished ship for launching was due
We'd climb up this hill to get a good view
With caps in their hands, hearts bursting with pride
We'd watch the "Great Queens" as they sailed down the Clyde

But these days are gone now like leaves in the wind
How could we foresee these good days would end
But one thing they can't take away is our pride
Or the memories of the days, when we worked side by side

For these are momentoes we must keep inside
The ding dong of hammers, the sounds of the Clyde.

[linda wallace]

that was so good...it captured greenock as it was and how it is now...thanks for that horn

[myfindhorn]

wish I could get more but anyway that was a wee copy my mam kept and I found it in her papers, Agnes Dick and her husband Billy with family lived downstairs from our family in Paton st,the good auld days.

[linda wallace]

it is a pity there wasnt more as that was brilliant and just captured everything