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Kenneth Fletcher, (The Black Country Poet) Son of Alfred and Florrence- Maiden name (Garret), formerly Poplar Avenue, Tividale, Warley, Passed away on 31st March 20004, Born 31-08-1939, leaving behind Andrew and Garry, his two sons. A Few of His many Poems, A Sight To Behold In a blaze of colour Bursts forth an early spring A multitude of plant life comes alive And birds begin to sing In the distance a lark calls from the sky Bringing a peacful feeling to all passing by Summer clouds flow across the milky way Wildlife of every breed Flit along by light of day My eager footsteps Take me across fields so green As my thoughts dwell on each breathtaking scene A light wind softly caresses blossom filled trees Surrounded by a swarm Of hardworking bees Year after year Still have that same feeling As I wittness natures beauty Get more revealing Think’s if only the whole world could see Such a beautifull show Thats standing here in front of me Not one or even two But a hill covered With a sea of blue A host of bluebells Stand out so proud Impresive to each one Of an ever increasing crows Another wonder of our world A majestic sight that lies unfurled They Fought With Pride Scene in front of me Is something to behold Sky being dull The wind blowing very cold An artist with paints Could the story better tell A view in the distance I saw as well Trees had that barren winters look When oncoming frosts Their greenness took Must have been tough In olden days When constant battles Were all the rage Buildings once proud A pounding took Fighting worsened Grey walls shook Arrows flew mingling with The cannons roar Meek and strong side by side Fell to fight no more With shouts and screams the Air must have filled All around were wounded Dying and killed Local people with strangers Will forever show What happened to our forefathers Of long ago Whenever in Dudley It gives a thrill To gaze at castle On top of hill Author Ken Fletcher The Black Country Poet West Bromwich Albion Verses Preston North End 1954 Cup Final At Wembley Score 2 – 2 When When Griffin Hit Winner Saunders tossed the ball Out to the right Cooly collected by Kennedy Situation Tight With a little swerve That was very deft He passed to Millard On his left Excitement reached fever pitch As Preston players he did ditch Dudley and Dugdale Figured in next move Before passing to Barlow With a pass real smooth Wembley crowd, roared on for more Panic stricken Preston Retreated like never before Still that ball, moved with effortless ease As lee juggled it about Seemed to do as he pleased A gem of a pass Found little Paddy Ryan Adrenaline Flowing Everyone was high on Minutes run out Game real tense As Allen and Nicholls Run at defence Life saving pass Out to the right Taken by Griffin Now in full flight Past two defenders He did ghost Before hitting the winner Just inside the post A cracking match End of my story Letting you re-live once more Their moment of glory. Copyright: Andrew K Fletcher