Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on Google+ Share on Reddit Share on Pinterest Share on Linkedin Share on Tumblr We have had several enquiries from individuals from all over Fife, asking if Mossmorran was responsible for all the noise in the early hours of Saturday morning, roughly between 3:00am – 5:00am. A couple of local residents from South Street in Lochgelly contacted us complaining about the noise from Mossmorran, so we can confirm Mossmorran was to blame. A local resident has sent us a few photographs from the early morning flare which will be published in a separate post, and we also received a Doric poem written by the user McKintosh, which we have published in full below as it is written with a sense of humour but still manages to get a strong point across about the disruption and effects of living next to Mossmorran The Dawn Chorus o Mossmorran by McKintosh The joys o the early morning call o Mossmorrans flare gaun wild, Ah woke up fie ma sleep, ma world had gone on fire. The roar went up at half past three, A michty roar, the hoose did shake, An in ma wee bed, ah really did quake. The flame wis fierce, it lit the sky, Ma sleep wis ower, the flame wis dire. The noise reverberates aroond the hoose, Like a jet plane landing apon ma roof. The roaring flame hits the hoose, Waves o shock an’ pressure, Ah dinnae ken whit they’re called, Only that they hurt ma heid. I’ve tried tae phone tae mak complaints, Only they’re aieways oot, it’s a neat wee trick ah think, That ye cannie get onybidy hame. They say the area does a profit, An richt enough we got new buckets. So cheers tae oor next door neighbour, Oor very own petrochemical cracker plant, Noo there’s a mooth-fie fer ye. Reports o illnesses abound, Ignored by those who own the land, ‘Cos there’s a profit tae be made. Naebody wants tae hear, its no sae easy livin here, Wi a cracker plant roarin in yer ear. We noo an then hae some debate, But the powers that be just shut the gate. Residents o Lochgelly tak cheer, A solution wis found or so ah hear. They’re noo growin’ a row o trees, Tae cut down sound an’save yer ears. So block yer lugs an’ there’s aie guid news, They’ll quieten doon as the day dawns forth. They dinnae like to show throughoot the day, Whit us poor folk hae tae endure. Aw’ the MPs an’ the cooncillors who gien assent. Planted it on oor doorstep ‘cos they’re no fie this local land. Aw’ lyin’ in their beds still cosy an asleep, Ah hope they spare a thought, Fer us poor Lochgellians, Awoken fie oor sleep. Who gien permission fer this giant, An’ lined their pockets wi’ their lyin, An’ didnae gie a thought tae the children o the land. Us wee local folk feart tae speak, Wee Davie’s sittin’ at Goliaths feet. Thank you for sharing your poem and letting us publish such a creative response about the problems of Mossmorran.