Coal Family
My family tree has its roots
As workers near coal mines
With their private land bought up
By companies for a dime
Some family still work there
At the best job they could get
With a generation or two
Earning coal money for their debt:
Coal put food on the table
And was money to fix our teeth
And paid for cars and insurance
With benefits no job could beat
Thirty years is a lot of time
To work in one place
And coal has helped my family
Many sooty days
Some fear all the coal
May lead to some disease
I cannot respond to that
But know that it might be
- Author: w c ( Offline)
- Published: November 26th, 2018 13:31
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
Wonderfully penned poem whose subject speaks of those who are/were dependent on the coal industry for survival.
I sincerely enjoyed your words and wish you a long and happy life. 🙂
My Father worked many years in the coal industry. He spent his life providing for his family.
w.c. I can appreciate the fact your Dad spent his entire life providing for his family. And I suspect there are safety measures in place now that prevent men from inhaling the coal dust that contributes to black lung. At least I hope so. Take care of yourself. 🙂
Thanks, Tamara. Yes, there are more regulations these days. Dad was not really a coal miner but worked at power plants that used coal to generate electricity. However, at times he had to work in bowl mills where the coal was crushed and readied for burning.
Oh, I see. Yet, he compromised himself to put food on the table for his family. That was a Dad to be proud of and I can tell by your words you still do admire him. 🙂
yes, tamara. I love him dearly
I'm certain you do. 🙂
Good write, here in the UK the coal mining industry has now stopped but our thanks are needed for all those brave souls who mined for it over the past years.
Thanks, Goldfinch. New technologies (wind, solar) are replacing coal, but there are still many coal powered electric plants.
A fine write w c. We could not find our black cat - it was in the coal cellar at midnight, as the joke goes - Darker than a black cat in a coal cellar at midnight! heehee.
Now, that is dark. I can still recall my father coming home covered in coal dust. He worked 12-hour
shifts and barely had time to eat before he collapsed into bed.
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