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1859  Past Beith,Lochwinnoch on to Cuff
           He trudged the black line thin as thread.
           That night 'came with a scowl' -so rough
           The paper said.Soon he lay dead-
           Drenched,murdered.

1873  Six inches to one statute mile.....
           By Peesweep Wood to work he'd walk
           To Crossford Pit across the stile
           There crushed by o'er a ton of rock
           A death most vile.

1882  His girl's life mapped for early death:
           H 13 cramped her living days.
           Co-ord'nates new heard her last breath.
           She left six bairns to find new ways
           Of being loved.

© Margaret Fisher, November 2008