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A Miner's Legacy - Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

A boy was born a miner's son
He never knew him well,
For his father died when he was young
Within that pit of hell,
His mother left to fend alone
She did all she could do,
And taught him honest Christian ways
The only ways she knew.

Her son was all she had in life
She gave him all she had,
He brought her joy when all the world
Around her made her sad,
In him she saw her husband
And a memory of the past,
With all the happy times they shared
That sadly couldn't last.

They starved within their solitude
They had no food to eat,
Too proud were they to ask for help
Or beg upon the street,
She scrubbed and ironed, she washed and cleaned
She swept each dusty floor,
But barely earned enough to keep
The landlord from their door.

As she worked her fingers to the bone
Her health began to fail,
Her son did tend to all her needs
As she grew old and frail,
He mopped her brow when fever came
And prayed for her each day,
Yet sadly prayers were not enough
And soon she passed away.

He wept then at her funeral
When they laid her down to rest,
Beside her loving husband
For it was her last request,
He placed a rose upon her grave
Beside the cross of stone,
And he'd never felt so empty
As he stood there all alone.

He found a job within the mine
He then grew up so fast,
Became a man and not a child
His pain though never passed,
He slaved and toiled upon that seam
The only life he knew,
And never saw the light of day
Nor saw the skies of blue.

Until one morn the shaft collapsed
And trapped him underground,
The other miners called his name
But they heard not a sound,
They tried their best to save him
But alas it was in vain,
They found his lifeless body
And all did feel that pain.

The town came out to mourn him
As they laid him in the grave,
Beside that of his parents
Where the flowers gently wave,
Where sunlight falls upon their stones
And shadows softly lie,
To rest in peace for evermore
Beneath the wondrous sky.

Comments about A Miner's Legacy by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

  • Sandra Martyres (6/3/2009 6:25:00 AM)

    Such a touching story Andrew, excellent narration...10++ (Report) Reply

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  • Ernestine Northover (5/3/2009 11:40:00 AM)

    Unusual poem for you Andrew, lovely storyline and very well written. I was wanting to rhyme at the end of each verse, but eventually got used to the format. Nice one.
    Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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  • (5/1/2009 2:37:00 AM)

    Moving life story, Andrew...sweet flowing narration...good work...thanks...10 (Report) Reply

  • (5/1/2009 1:26:00 AM)

    Such a bitter-sweet tale, Andrew - and told with great musicality and graceful words. The story rollicks along, with the irresistible beat of the ballad (though you have chosen to divide it into eight line stanzas) . I particularly liked your reference to the son talking to his mother's empty chair. Jerry tells me that in freemasonry there is a very moving ceremony called the 'vacant chair'. Great write. Great writer. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • (4/25/2009 9:11:00 AM)

    A poignant story. It is always reassuring to know that it gets
    better farther on.10, for you.

    Warm regards,

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  • (4/20/2009 4:46:00 PM)

    A sad tale Andy, written so poignantly, together in life and joined in death, a heart rending piece,
    Lynda xx
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  • (4/20/2009 1:42:00 AM)

    Such a touching write Andrew. The love they had together, so strong and and connected. You lead me along and entranced me from beginning to end. Great work. top marks! Karin Anderson (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2009 4:28:00 PM)

    Hi Andrew! A mesmerizing write start to finish, goes to show me your poetry
    is stunning in any style you write in! ! Rock solid penning here! ! *10plus*! !
    Best regards,
    Friend Thad
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  • Ramesh T A (4/19/2009 3:12:00 PM)

    What a life it is! It is a different kind of poem from you. Something strange and new! A mysterious kind of theme! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 19, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, August 26, 2011

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