Written following attending their annual concert and pondering on the link between music and our environment.
Hewn from deep and darkened seams
Of rock and crumbling dusty coal.
Tempered like the rolling steel
from furnace fires of the soul.
Music quivers through the air
In the freedom we now share.
Something binds the working hearts
That beat to toil and agony.
Drawn to share their common bond
In tighter frames of harmony.
Music quivers through the air
In the freedom we now share.
Rising, caged, from deathly deep
Hope shines out from wearied eyes.
Beauty leaps from surfaced hours
And finds response in practised lives.
Music quivers through the air
In the freedom we now share.
Cleaner now the valley’s air
Gone the shafts that sucked earth cold.
Decades since have come and gone
Still we hear the sounds of gold.
Music quivers through the air
In the freedom we now share.
(c) 2010 Graham Oakes
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