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
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2018
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