Coal mines
The land of hardship and forgotten times
Hardship, poverty, dark, dirty coal mines
it’s a no man’s land, the death rate high
Not knowing whether you will return
When you bid your loved one's goodbye
Working deep down the crust of the Earth
Your doing a job but have no real worth
It's dark down there, the dust fills your chest
Conditions so poor but you do your best
You come home tired skin Dirty and black
No time down there to rest no time to slack
Disaster strike at every possible chance
It's just hard work with no job romance
Life so hard It is worthless and so dull
Never any money, pockets never full
So many perished underground over time. Sometimes when tragedy struck, four five or more would be lost from the same family. My uncle Jack, my dad's brother, died in the pits. He was so young, 18 years old I was told. The pain my grandmother went through. I know she kept his handkerchief dark sage green, my dad said, with a few pennies inside. The handkerchief was tired of all four corners together. Grandmother Hurst, had a few of her children cross over too soon, at very young ages. All her sons worked the coal yet strangely, not her daughters. My grandfather did not work in the coal mines either. Grandfather James Hurst was a bookies runner. Maybe that's why I love horses. Although I never met any of them, they all died except my Dad before I was born.
About the Creator
marie381uk
My Name is Marie, I write mainly poetry
I write subjects that I lean towards. No poetry by me, is related to me in any way unless I state it is. I have loved poetry from being 14 years old. Life is a poem grab a pen a tell your story xx
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