Colliery Poems - Poems about Colliery

...Convalesced amongst peaks and valleys, Verdant and undulating over Afon Ebwy, I paid my way through the colliery With but a baker's dozen of years behind me. Seduced by the hanging-left red sc......

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... I have spent a lifetime looking down this same old road With all the memories that it upon me, it has bestowed I've watched as children play, and grow as some stayed There were others who left......

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...The ghost of Lincolnshire's Daughter Tonight smiles from her grave With the locking of iron gates Ends a plan that she made Every father passed to his son A family craft that was unbroken Dof......

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...'...the burnt out end of smoky days' - T.S. Eliot l The evening rumbles in and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle whistles, bread is buttered, weary workers settle, nibble, drink their......

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...The Ings showed the scars of a dust blooded past The heavy air clouds came in way too fast A pool outcrop showed a shining light The air grew thin on the Ings that night Noises were heard, move......

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...l The evening rumbles in and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle whistles, bread is buttered, weary workers settle, nibble, drink their tea and chatter, as the platter's passed around......

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......inspired by T.S. Eliot ****** l The evening rumbles in and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle whistles, bread is buttered, weary workers settle, nibble, drink their tea and......

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...'...the burnt-out end of smoky days' T.S. Eliot l The evening rumbles in and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle whistles, bread is but......

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...Girls of a New chapel opened in Wales Heard about the struggle that two sisters in Uganda heed A two hour round trip down mountain and vales Twice a day to get 20 litre of water for family needs......

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...THE MINER’s TEAR With a blackened finger he points and fears This terrible day of four hundred tear’s Young mothers, wives and brides to be Their loved ones smile once more to see. Who will ......

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...Down many of the coalmines in Yorkshire , Safety dictated that an alternative means of escape had to be found just in case anything ever happened to the shafts that raised and lowered miners to their......

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...l The evening rumbles in and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle whistles, bread is buttered, weary workers settle, nibble, drink their tea and chatter, as the platter's passed around and cak......

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...'...the burnt out end of smoky days' - T.S. Eliot l The evening rumbles in and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle whistles, bread is buttered, weary workers settle, nibble, drink their tea and ......

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...l The evening rumbles in and grumbles, tea is served, the kettle whistles, bread is buttered, weary workers settle, nibble, drink their tea and chatter, as the platter's passed around and cakes a......

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...Summer days in a mining town Lunch box sitting by the kitchen door Whistle blows at the Colliery Time for work, all my muscles sore Long day’s work for little pay No complaints, we’re doing fine Wedn......

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