Huskings's profile

This is a story a truly amazing story of an unsung hero who over the past few months has become a hero of mine. Let me first tell you how all this started. I have been working for the past eight months in two little villages called Crosskeys and Pontywaun. Set in the heart of Gwent, they now sit pretty between pine clad and green grass mountains. I say now as they have recovered their beauty from being squeezed amongst the blacken coal slag heaps of the mining industry. The rivers are clear,...

Valley Boy Wasted years with an empty mind School days finished, gates closed behind Thatcher stole my youthful dreams With shut down pits and government schemes Tears and fears in the valley boys head He packed his bags the home towns dead... It's goodbye ghost town, hey big city Gotta get out, gotta break away free Goodbye ghost town, hey big city Valley boys chasing after his dreams... Beggars in the subways and busy street corners Abused and accused young juvenile loners Sharing a room on...

Bitter but Proud You’re the land that taught me to stand proud In our Celtic hearts we sing so loud Foundations dug deep for out black gold Lives were lost… The coal was sold. English masters tried to rule our hills Still in our hearts the red blood spills Onto the pitch where the dragons roar Fighting hard to settle… The score. Land of Wales, all things Welsh Bitter but proud with the blood of a Celt. Bread of heaven in our hands No-one will ever take our land! Your roaming, rambling b...

My Little Song I think I’ve seen enough of this world to write a little song You may say you seen nothing kid, I’ll try to prove you wrong I sit down with a pen in my hand, trying to write some lines Recollecting back upon my life, of some exciting times There was a time I do recall, I ran this world amok Living my life wild and free, riding on my luck. When I got into to trouble and locked up in a cell The sergeant came to see me and said, “son you will end up in hell” I laughed at h...

Adam & Eve Come walk with me in the garden Through the yellow petals of daffodil You can be Eve and this our Eden And sit and gaze down from the hill We will watch the birds pass us by On their way to a foreign land Shadows of sun in the deep blue sky Yellowed sunbeams of deserting sand Washed down by a great white waves Slowly wearing the rocky rugged coast In and out of dark hollow caves Echoed winds make the sound of a ghost I will be Adam, you’re my Eve This is our world; it’s too goo...