Jayne Davies

Rookie - 150 Points (5th October 1960 / Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff)

The Miners Tale - Poem by Jayne Davies

An old Miner, sits by the fireside,
Thinking back over the years,
The memories, drift upon him,
Of the toil, the sweat and the tears.

He started work as a young lad,
He wanted to follow his Pa,
There was nothing else, the money was good,
And he thought it would get him far.

But now nearly fifty years later,
After working that big black hole,
His lungs are scarred with the memory,
Of the dirt and the dust from the coal.


Comments about The Miners Tale by Jayne Davies

  • Rookie - 150 Points Jayne Davies (5/6/2013 3:45:00 AM)

    Thank you x glad you like it x (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 31,578 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/4/2013 1:48:00 AM)

    good poem. I enjoyed it. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013


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