in the olden days of mining they went down a hole
working in the underground digging out the coal
digging in the dark with a head torch used for light
digging all day long digging through the night
providing all the coal for homes and factory
such a thankless job with lots of tragedy
many mines collapsed as they fell inside
sadly lives were lost many miners died
thats the way it was what miners used to do
life beneath the ground was all they ever knew
digging out the coal for homes and factory
in the days of mining thats how it use to be
a tribute to all the miners lives now dead and gone
in our hearts and memory they will carry on
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jim56 (
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A wonderful poem and tribute to brave men. My father was a miner and I worked summers in a copper mine. A different breed.
hi thank you for always lovely comment means a lot jim
Excellent write Jim
thank you for comment
You're welcome
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