Black Country Communion
Honesty is our soul
Our work is coking coal
Midst coarse iron foundries
And steel mill boundaries
We live, love, and labor
Sing, dance, and play tabor...!
Though coal dust pollution,
Finds little dilution
We in England's Midlands
Sleep and wake on coal sands
Bobowler, snout, and shark
Are our chatting hallmark
We've no wealth, but good hearts
We excel in fine arts
Ta-ra-a bit we say
To 'see you later...' day
Though life is hard on us
We live it without fuss...!
28 June 2023
Black Country Communion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2023
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