Christopher Flaherty Poet Free verse

What and Where We Came From On Our Jorney Home

Padlocked are the Gate's 
Stationary lie the Conveyor Belts 
The Wheel upon the Mining Head Gear

Turns,
 No more

The community has gone
So to is the Coal
And the Sunset

Resigned to History
No more mystery 
Pressing a Museum to Explain

That what which our Elders did
For a measly pittance 
To put food on his family's plate
And to afford a Pint after a hard days graft

With only a Helmet and Light
To find his way Home
Guardian Angel 
Willing

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Christopher Flaherty October 11, 2018 at 6:28 PM I just wrote a poem inspired by you work called Leanne's Diary. Hope you like it Leanne Lovejoy-Burton October 11, 2018 at 7:28 PM you just want to be corrected..should not jorney be journey. you can delete this message.

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton October 11, 2018 at 6:14 PM Everyone has a guardian angel in one form or another. One of the hardest jobs being a miner. Particularly those that go deep underground. That type of work requires courage and a steely backbone to generate the $$ for the men who sit in their pristine boardrooms with manicured nails, soft hands and rarified air in their glass towers. Leanne Lovejoy-Burton October 11, 2018 at 7:30 PM hell, I don't know either. but your poems are rather entertaining....and some are very very good. I haven't been reading many poems on here lately. I just bang my catharsis up on the page and I am out. Christopher Flaherty October 11, 2018 at 6:26 PM Exactly don't know why you started reading my poems but I am very grateful . I feel somehow I found a kindred spirit