Coordinates: 53°12′04″N 1°23′49″W / 53.201°N 1.397°W / 53.201; -1.397
Grassmoor is a village in Derbyshire, England, approximately three miles to the south of Chesterfield. Its original name, according to 16th-century parish records, was Gresmore. Grassmoor formally housed many miners, however all of the local mines in the area have been closed since the mid-eighties.
Opposite Grassmoor Primary School is Barnes Park and cricket pitch. Many local cricket matches are played on the park and it is also host to an annual Summer Fete.
Grassmoor Parish Council covers the village of Grassmoor and also the areas of Winsick and Hasland. The area covered by this Parish when combined with the area covered by the Parish of Temple Normanton forms Grassmoor district electoral ward. The Parish is part of Sutton county electoral division.
The Five Pits Trail is a five and half mile off-road surfaced route from Grassmoor Country Park to Tibshelf Ponds.
The Five Pits Trail is so named as it 5 mines that interlink local coal mines Coalfields. The former collieries had a long death, with deep mines gradually being replaced by huge opencast workings, which had a lifespan of less than 20 years. Reclamation and conservation over the past 30 years have seen spoil tips and wasteland replaced by hay meadows and woodland.
I'm browning, I'm wrinkling, you don't see
I shrivel more into colors you ignore
As the earth swallows me
You crush the fire red
Standing on my head you crush the fire red
Leaving me for dead
Splendid decay spiraling down to my toes
Yellow wilts holes for you to see through
Crumpled blue my bare pink womb can't shelter you
You crush the fire red
Standing on my head you crush the fire red
Leaving me for dead
Splendid decay spiraling down to my toes
Black stemmed orange trimmed
With the slightest wind I'm falling from you
Dry and loud stained and proud
Like a bursting cloud I'm falling from you
You're so mean when you scream in bright green
In my ear you're loud and clear I can hear
Sunken and gray you used to say I'm not enough for you
I will bleed you a seed to start a new I'm falling from you
Black stemmed orange trimmed
With the slightest wind I'm falling from you
Dry and loud stained and proud