Jayne Davies

Rookie - 178 Points (5th October 1960 / Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff)

A Way Of Life - Poem by Jayne Davies

With their lamps at their side,
Still weary and tired,
From the previous shift,
Hence they came,
Old Dai and Will,
They trudged that steep hill,
A familiar sight every day.
To the old village mine,
Faced with dirt, muck and grime,
Was the heart, the life and the soul,
Of the place they were born,
Where many had mourned,
For the sad loss of life digging coal.
But with young mouths to feed,
The mine was their need,
So life at the pit carried on,
For this was their life,
On their way home to wife,
They would finish their shift with a song!

Comments about A Way Of Life by Jayne Davies

  • Rookie - 178 Points Jayne Davies (6/24/2013 1:03:00 AM)

    Thank you so much Patricia! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 5,433 Points Patricia Grantham (6/22/2013 5:14:00 PM)

    Another good write Honorable Poet. Working
    in the coal mine was hard grueling and dirty
    work. The men who did this kind of work had to
    care for their families. They would give all they got
    to do this and be happy about it. Enjoyed! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2013

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