ARTHUR COLE Poems

I was four when I started my life underground,
stabled below, coal dust would abound.
Miners my friends, they treated me well,
for one, oh so young, the face was like hell.
...

To preach was his calling, his needs they were few,
a life oh so simple, , monastic settlements pursued.
Ascetisism he practiced, guidance from above,
'Do ye little things in life' a symbolic white dove.
...

You answered the call, inspiring a nation,
touching the hearts of future generations.
A bulldog breed with a will of steel,
discipline, courage, bravely revealed.
...