Ronald Kent Poet Rhyme

This Cave Is Mined

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

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Joseph May August 5, 2016 at 10:26 AM Very nicely penned ... Ronald Kent August 5, 2016 at 11:56 AM thanks for stopping by to read.

Richard Lamoureux August 3, 2016 at 7:17 PM I was unaware of this part of our history. I originally came from Northern Ontario where they still mine Gold. The towns prosperity and fortunes have gone up and down with the price of gold and the technology to extract it. Mining towns have their own rugged charm. Ronald Kent August 3, 2016 at 8:23 PM When the mines close that is when the tourism kicks in

Sara Kendrick August 3, 2016 at 2:31 PM I enjoyed reading this one..If for a contest, it reads like a winner to me..It has good flow and rhyme..Welcome to soup..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara Ronald Kent August 3, 2016 at 4:18 PM Thank you Sara, your comments are well received.

CayCay Godwin August 3, 2016 at 11:48 AM The caves sound too claustrophobic and ghost filled for me, but your cave poem was filled with flowing, sweet rhyme composing an entertaining and interesting tale. I truly enjoyed your write ... CayCay Ronald Kent August 3, 2016 at 8:24 PM Thanks for stopping by to read.

Andrea Dietrich August 3, 2016 at 6:34 AM there are so many fascinating things in this world I will never personally see or even know about. this is one of them. Well told! Ronald Kent August 3, 2016 at 6:42 AM Thank you Andrea.

Demetrios Trifiatis August 2, 2016 at 7:56 AM I remember back in 1976-1977 when I worked as an engineer assistant in Port Cartier's Iron-ore mine in Quebec. It was quite an experience. Winter's temperatures minus 40-45 Celsius. Very well written dear Ronald. One must have some experience in order to understand! Ronald Kent August 2, 2016 at 9:16 AM I did some work for Canada Steamship Lines and if you think it's cold on the dock one should stand on the deck of the ship, in those temps. Cold steel, frozen faces keep on moving if you want 'a go places. thank you for commenting.

Jan Allison August 2, 2016 at 5:55 AM Lovely storytelling Ronald - am sure their ghosts and spirits will live on:-) Like your take on the caves theme good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xx

Laura Leiser August 1, 2016 at 5:16 PM I love the poetic flow and storytelling nature of your fine poem, Ronald! Good luck in the contest :) Ronald Kent August 1, 2016 at 5:25 PM Thank you Laura, your comments are well appreciated.

Liam Mcdaid August 1, 2016 at 5:03 PM there always remains ghosts were peoples lifes are cut short excellent piece of writing ronald Ronald Kent August 1, 2016 at 5:24 PM Thank you for stopping by to read and comment.

Mike Hauser August 1, 2016 at 4:45 PM Wonderful piece, much enjoyed Ronald Kent August 1, 2016 at 5:20 PM Thanks Mike, glad you liked it.

Gordon Mcconnell August 1, 2016 at 9:21 AM nicely penned Ronald,liked this with good rhyme too, blessings, Gordon Ronald Kent August 1, 2016 at 9:56 AM Thank you for stopping by and commenting Gordon.

Cheryl Hoffman July 31, 2016 at 7:24 PM Interesting poem about the history of mining days in Newfoundland!:) Ronald Kent July 31, 2016 at 8:41 PM Happy you like that one and thanks for commenting.