Jim O'Donnell

Rookie (That old my birth certs is expired / Glasgow)

The Pit


Working deep inside the pit
My body covered in all kinds of grit
Digging deep for blooming coal
Working out my heart and soul

Working here since just a lad
Taking after my old dad
Starting work before daylight
And coming out when its night

Walking down our gas lit street
Coal dust on my hands and feet
The coal fire roaring and burning bright
Enough to take us through the night

Sitting in our old zinc bath
Hot water fresh from the hearth
Sitting till I go all wrinkled
Oh blooming hell I need to tinkle


01 02 2009
Chellaston

Submitted: Monday, March 02, 2009
Edited: Sunday, September 26, 2010
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Pit by Jim O'Donnell )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Trending Poets

Trending Poems

  1. Alone, Edgar Allan Poe
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  4. Christmas Trees, Robert Frost
  5. The Three Kings, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  6. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  7. Christmas Carol, Sara Teasdale
  8. Talking Turkeys!, Benjamin Zephaniah
  9. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
  10. The Boy Who Laughed At Santa Claus, Ogden Nash

Poem of the Day

poet Li Po

Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection
and mine in the wine cup, just
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

poet Marvin Brato Sr

[Hata Bildir]