Intro: this is a story from a Privileged child who was blessed with gifts and joys, who was told of pains and sufferings from and man eight times his age and a lineage forever more. This story entails the pains and sufferings that of a coal miner, Wales.
The Rooster Crows as men and boys wake
For their wives and lives were always at stake
Dawn arises as boots and coats are put on
And the thick black clouds cover what was the sun
The School starts as men and boys walk
To what is now a hazardous talk
The Welsh valleys all now covered in black
For that is what the men and boys mined way back
The Breakfast was eaten as men and boys sit
In what was then called a great coal pit
Down the lift past rock and gravel
they gather shovels and get ready to travel.
The suns hits its peak as men and boys dig
With their skin and there boots as dirty as the pig
No sun to enjoy, just dark and dim light
And there shovels and coal and the will to fight
The Wives make tea as the men and boys arrive
For their shifts are over and there ready to dive
Into now what is called filthy filled tubs
then it was all they needed to get rid of there grubs
The Moon hasn't even cracked as men and boys rest
For there time tomorrow they need, they need at their best
As the day and cycles starts again
Do you think you would’ve enjoyed this pain
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Author:
Thepoetman1234 (
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- Published: July 20th, 2024 13:10
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a direct connection to my Grandad, who 60 years ago was a miner in the Welsh valleys near Newport but changed his profession before the strike and moved to Swindon. He told all about his life before this and I felt it would fit into poem format.
- Category: Short story
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