Christmas Mourn

The cry's rang out all through the night. In Moweaquas' town of sorrow. On Christmas Eve 1932 took the joy of their tomorrows. Pressure dropped, gas escaped, carbide hats ignited. Their valiant search was all in vain. In prayer and hope united. 54 coal miners died that day. Fathers, sons, and brothers. My grandpa Dowd was one of them. Leaving five kids and my grandmother. Ending the era of carbide lighted hats in all U.S. coal mines. A heavy price they had to pay. The rules weren't changed in time. Mining ceased in that little town. None left to work or labor. A monument placed with all names traced. CHRISTMAS MOURN remembered forever!