E Chimbley at e Harbour

[trinkie]

Div ye mind e chimbley at e harbour
Where we played in days gone by?
A massive, huge, beeg structure
That reached up till e sky.

When we made oor way till Shaltigoe
Doon e Steppies – it wad catch yur eye
An on e hot boiler at e back
Wur herring we wad fry.

Uncle Bobby wad stoke e fire
E coals so red and hot
The sweat was drippin off his broo
A dryness in his throat.

But he always had a smile for us
"Come in an see my fire"
An’ in we’d go sae nervously
The flames reaching higher and higher.

Oot again in the bright daylicht
We’d look up at e chimbley
Sqeezing our eyes very ticht
The first glimpse of e smoke till see.

But now the chimbleys getting ould
An doon it has till come
Brick by brick they dismantle it
To a final Resting Home.

Trinkie

[south view 7]

Great poem trinkie,can ye mind cookin herren on ae chimbley a never thot ye wis at ould.!!!!!!!!

[trinkie]

Thank you Southview, you are very kind.

Yes, 1892 was a great year for the Herring - I remember it well.

Thanks for the Good Reps too..... I had no idea so many of us were frying herring on the hot Boiler !

Trinkie