To eager young ears his biography he told ,
In stark detail the motivations unfold .
Down, down, the cage descends the pit shaft hole,
Where miners eke out a living clawing coal .
Banter tries to lift that pit bottom feeling
Where life’s on hold neath a propped rock ceiling.
Ever present is a nagging elsewhere lust ,
But all is smothered by thick monochrome dust .
The shift end senses queue in despair
Longing for that first gasp of sunlit air .
Perceptive eyes ,rimmed with coal dust eyeliner ,
Give food for thought for one surfacing miner .
He paints rich street scenes in dancing colour ,
With verdant blessings from nature’s mother .
Grist to the mill and his creative soul
But thanks in part to that ironic hole .
His original talent can vividly see
Our bustling lives as they used to be.
Moment and mood receive a warm embrace ,
With vibrant memories in nostalgic heart space.
Some folk rush by, others ponder and care ,
Portraying Yorkshire life with flamboyant flair .
Following his star, ambition in safe harbour ,
He found himself, take a bow Joe Scarborough .
John R Evans
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