A POEM FOR DUKESFIELD by Eleanor Sowerby


Trees; pine green.
Swaying to the soft breeze tonight,
Candles; sunshine yellow, shining bright.
Arches; old, high and strong,
The bridge is crumbling, and quite long.
Horses’ hoof prints on the ground,
As their furry ears hear the sound,
Of other ponies here, around.
We sit around a little fire,
The flames growing higher and higher.
As the little stream ripples along,
The blackbird sings her tuneful song.

In the olden days when the arches were used,
The strong, tough men weren’t aloud to snooze.
They used to smelt and get some lead,
After work they went straight to bed.
The men worked hard and received not much pay,
But they tried there absolute best to survive the day!

By Eleanor Sowerby

The Dukesfield Smelters and Carriers Project aimed to celebrate and discover the heritage of the Dukesfield Arches & lead carriers' routes between Blaydon and the lead mines of Allendale and Weardale. A two year community project, it was led by the Friends of the North Pennines in partnership with Hexhamshire and Slaley Parish Councils and the active support of Allendale Estates. It was funded by the Heritage Lottery Fund and the generous support of other sponsors. Friends of the North Pennines: Charity No:1137467