ALAN BOWMAN : Writing

PITMEN

PITMEN

A Poem by ALAN BOWMAN


Built in rows the pit houses grow Like snakes across the landscape, Railway tracks slither to the mines Children playing on cobbled streets As the..
TWENTY-FIVE YEARS

TWENTY-FIVE YEARS

A Poem by ALAN BOWMAN


For twenty-five years the lamp did burn, Surrounded by a halo to protect her. The government bright and warm, Across the valleys Where the coal wo..
The Dove

The Dove

A Poem by ALAN BOWMAN


The wild flowing river stretched down to the sea; Picking its way through valleys high; Mountains looming in the sky. Overhead flies the Dove white..
I MEET A MINER

I MEET A MINER

A Poem by ALAN BOWMAN


Deep down beneath the earth's crust, Like moles creeping forth, Extracting, cutting, tearing; Churning the coal in swirling dust. Men of the dark ..
OUTSIDE THE MIND

OUTSIDE THE MIND

A Poem by ALAN BOWMAN


Take away the freedom of man, Lock the gate of sanity. The wrath of man congeals his despair, No words are said within these walls. Time will tell..
STORM FOR A SHOW

STORM FOR A SHOW

A Poem by ALAN BOWMAN


Shadows of day, Dance into night As a storm forms overhead. Great clatter of thunder, Like volcanoes erupting; Drumming everywhere. Great ..