'TRAITS OF A MINER'
Sinews and muscles, a miner's mainstay.
pushed to the limit, day after day.
Sweat cascading, a contorted face.
putrefied air, a dingy dark place.
The mine it became, a mistress for life,
loved her to death, through trouble and strife.
Resilience and courage, they had on their side.
blue scars they wore, with such honor and pride.
Playing hard, and drink, a pure fallacy.
kind caring souls, was the reality.
My dad was one, of this rare special breed.
always around, in our hour of need.
'twas in the blood, to go underground.
father to son, a career handed down.
a mining legacy, now long redundant,
a governments doing, oh so repugnant.

Copyright Arthur Cole 2016(23)

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