The Ghosts Of The Old Mine Shaft Poem by Francis Duggan

The ghosts of the old mine shaft they come out in the night
On the galvanize of the old mine shed their shadows seen in the moonlight
And little doubt on the galvanize not the shadow of a tree
But the images of miners it seems obvious to me.

The ghosts of the mine workers who died when the mine shaft caved in
They worked in a dangerous environment poor and honest hard working men
Young fathers in their twenties and thirties they did not live to grow old and gray
Their bones are resting elsewhere but their ghosts in the mine stay.

The ghosts of miners who lost their lives some six decades ago
And the mine now closed for forty years the signs of disuse show
Perhaps they cannot rest in peace their ghosts refuse to die
To their wives and their children they never said goodbye.

No tree or big bush nearby to cast shadows on the galvanize
And the ghosts of miners at work appear before my eyes
But I do not tell others what I've seen as they would not believe
They would only say the moon can cast shadows and such shadows can deceive.