Old Quarry Town
the trains long since gone
surrounded by shut quarries
- time it chips away
I never met you
great granddad the quarry man
- the stone still remains
he fell to his death
working at the quarry's edge
- a story passed down
stone house I frequent
rock quarried by ancestors
- comforting echoes
Debbie Razey 2014
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