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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Surrounded by the Bay of Conception Bell Island anchored for miles perception Deep deep under the mine that was drudged Remnants of rail blind horses that tugged Not the mainland but off Canada's shore The iron ore mines that are no more Deep in the ground of old Newfoundland To far the ore that made it grand No longer the mine that prosperity gave But a wondrous long mysterious cave The pumps are off the water it fills Divers around go diving for thrills With caution it's done for there is a list Many dead miners it does exist Even though the mine is gone I've heard some divers have move on Now some would say there is a ghost It might be fearful scary to most Maybe some spirit or even a fairy This one could be an old Canterbury None the less men will explore That is how we got the ore So once again you go down under Miles of caves and all its wonder Fulfill your quest a bucket list Check it off and dive the mist Follow the rope and stay the course Find the shoe of the old black horse Search you will with flipper and light To plunder a relic you'll feel the smite Of an old ghost miner with pick and shovel He'll take it back that item you smuggle So resist the urge to pillage and plunder We can't get out from so far under Take our tools you'll leave us bare So put them down or else beware Of the old ghost miners protecting this place We once lived and ran life's race We are no more to cross the Bay Make the ferry at the end of the day
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