The mist hung low that morning That fateful autumn day, the school was full of children ready to work and play.
No one saw it coming, though some heard a mighty roar, A hundred thousand tons of shale slid down the valley floor.
So many young lives buried, as families searched in vain. The whole town stood there weeping amidst the cloud and rain.
Since then we all remember the sad town called Aberfan. The tragic line of coffins, lives gone as they began.
So many prayers unanswered, mud moved with raw bare hands. No one could give them solace, no one could understand.
Their stories will live forever of the families torn apart, a hundred thousand tear drops from every broken heart. Jan Millward©