The Widow-Maker

Miners aplenty
Succumbed to their profession
Which left their families
In loss depression
 
The cause of their plight
As they went about their tasks
Was the airborne killer
Not protected by masks
 
The pneumatic air drill
Powerfully fed
For the dust it created
Left many miners dead
 
This genius of tool
To be life's taker
Earned it the nickname 
The Widow-maker



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Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Peranteau Avatar
October 6, 2009 at 9:41 AM
High time a soul has acted responsibly in the light of the "Widow maker" ! All one can do is profess,..you did this perfectly here Mr. Fraser ! james
Zakerski Avatar
October 3, 2009 at 6:37 AM
Wow James!!! A HUGE thank you for all of your awesome comments. When you read the one that I just posted - you may want to grab the tissue. This was a very painful one to write, but feels better getting it out there. I too, must admit - I love the Aging Process - how true it is - thankfully, I'm not there yet - and as far as the island goes...still looking too! By the way - you write heartfelt, very touching poetry yourself. I really love this one, sad, but so true. Love, Kelly
George   Avatar
October 2, 2009 at 8:48 PM
Such a hard way to make a living. I was born In the Maritime Provinces of canada. I remember as a child watching television and all the wifes waiting to see if their husbands were still alive. The spring Hill Mine Disaster. They closed the mine down after that and Spring Hill virtually became a ghost town. Great writing, Jim. Love, Lainie
Kendrick Avatar
October 2, 2009 at 3:13 PM
Short and sweet. Nice topic. Many still die in the mines today. People in America get the black lung from the mines. They did get the brown lung from the cotton mills. From all industry they have asbestosis and die from it. My husband has the asbestosis from the plant where he worked when he was young and didn't know that he could do anything else. Keep writing. Sara
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