A poem by Bill Worthington (Lytham) Wheer ever tha looked, ahl oe’r t’than The could see’m stuck up like spikes on a crahn Tall factory chimneys aw belchin ‘aht smoo-ak ‘N aw finding work fur thahsands o’ foo-ak Weighvers ‘n winders, ‘n minders ‘n doffers Creelers ‘n drawers, aw helpin t’boss fill up his coffers … Continue reading King Cotton: A Poem by Thomas Armstrong