My chair is rocking back and forth,
Gazing at the scarred mountain slope.
Behold - an inactive mine and coal breaker
And a mound of refuse with little hope.
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This is another moving poem Joseph. A lovely picture drawn with words. Sincerely Ernestine Northover
Living in a coal mining community here in Utah, I can identify with this poem. I always thought, however, of the danger and back-breaking physical aspect of the job. Never thought that you would actually enjoy it. Thanks for the different perspective from a miner's point of view. Linda