LLanberis

All those long years ago
In a place full of light
Mountains and waterfalls
Into the night
Dinorwig Quarry
And some 3000 men
Worked like the clappers
For hours maybe ten

Snowdonia’s vista
Happened around
Where so many sheep
Gobbled grass so they found
Twas there’s that the men
Dug the great stones and slate
In close knit cottages
The lived out their fate

Life was real hard
And the huge waterwheel
Welsh slate was wonderful
Welsh slate was real
It made for great Rooves
Floors and pathways you know
Rock man and dressers
In the quarry below

A great community
Of hard working souls
From early to late
Each had their roles
In the depths of the countryside
What they could see
Was the wonderful slate
And it’s Durability

Walls and long paths
Rooves and ofcourse
Floors paths and everywhere
Slate was a force
To be reckoned with
Really a durable means
Organically harvested
From the Northerly scenes
hammers and splitters and quarrymen slaved
In the dark in the wet
Many were saved
by slate
Surely hard graft
But these men they knew
That slate was the answer
Which turned out to be true.