Colin Ian Jeffery
On the morning of 21 October 1966,116 children and 28 adults died In a sea of slurry engulfing a school after the collapse of a coal-tip in Aberfan, South Wales.
What greater grief
Anguish and despair
Than loss of precious children?
Weeks of heavy rain
Drenched the mountainous coal-tip
Creating a slurry of black death.
Ominous, forbidding, the destroyer
Lurking hidden above the town
Threatening the unwary school.
Children sit at desks
Teachers supervising innocence
Minutes pass with lessons soon to end.
Avalanche of slurry gushes down
Black wave engulfing the school
Crushing, suffocating and burying.
There is a press picture - - soul searing
Of a policeman, helmet missing, covered in dust
Carrying a dead child from the ruins.
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (ABERFAN by Colin Ian Jeffery )
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
William Ernest Henley
- whats the point?, binod bastola
- If You Should Read This Poem, David Munene wa Kimberly
- Holy! Holy!, Naveed Khalid
- My Mother, Tony Adah
- Mutability, Naveed Khalid
- May Evening: Portrush East Strand, bryan wallace
- Girl In A Garden, Leslie Philibert
- Black and white!, SALINI NAIR
- Silverware, Trent Clark
- The Jogging OAP, Phil Soar