Poems about chimney sweeps
After reading a recent Junior Press story about chimney sweeps, two Nelson children wrote the following poems about the grim life of the child sweeps of the 17th century. Chimney sweeping, what a life Massive clogs of soot in your eyes. Cancer, blindness, what comes next? Surely this can not be the best. Mark O’Connor, 11, Clifton Terrace School. A sweeper’s work was hard and grim. And sometimes they even turned quite dim. Working hard all through the day. Not even having time to play. They cleared the soot off chimneys’ walls. And usually collected very painful sores. And that is somewhere I’d hate to be. Up a chimney with nowhere to flee. Darby Brooke, 10, Clifton Terrace School.
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Press, 2 July 1985, Page 17
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123Poems about chimney sweeps Press, 2 July 1985, Page 17
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