Along These Lines. Comments

You have your way with words well crafted

your poem and alisons elaboration put me in a pansive mood... very well written... and yes bitter sweet.. as catrina says a very nice poem cheers Alison Cassidy (6/24/2009 10: 19: 00 PM) It is the resilience and feisty spirit of the young Cornish folk that ring out from this fine poem about a time, not so long past, when miner's children had no childhood, but shared the grind of work Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

catrina is right...along these lines are bundles of memories which is written in a sweet poem..grace

Along these lines there were hidden bitter sweet memories that made this poem so lovely....10+++++++++

really wonderfull in spirit. beautifull lines too. surya

It is the resilience and feisty spirit of the young Cornish folk that ring out from this fine poem about a time, not so long past, when miner's children had no childhood, but shared the grind of work and poverty with their poor mothers and fathers. We spent most of our childhood holidays at an old gold mining town called Walhalla. There is certainly something romantic about walking along the old tram tracks overgrown with blackberries and imagining (as you have done so eloquently) the pain and drudgery of those who slaved in them. Thank God for the human voice that can transform the most pitiful experience. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Fay, it is good to look back and remember times gone by. We are the sum of all those times, so hope the song continues, thanks for those folks now resting. Warm Regards Bob x

Yes nice write indeed.....i should say your writing will never be forgotten Fay... memorable read! ! ! ! 10+++ with love shan

A poignant tale of Cornwall, miners worked so hard and started work so young, a beutifully crafted piece from you Fay, 10 Lynda xx

Very poignant. Their songs will never be forgotten. My grandfather worked in the coal mines from the time he was twelve years old. It was a proud life for him. He never resented the labor.10/10 Deeply touched, Sandra

Poetic work well crafted 10s

A real good poem, Faye. Regtards Ron

The smell of the burnt tracks still lingers on amid past decades had gone by.The old mines fear of losing the once so called the breadwinner of the old town...., couldn't agree less that advance high technology has replaced their reputation.Good writes Fay, you bring back the tears to some!

Theirs an atmosphere here, you can cut it with a knife for the miners sons and daughters, this was a way of life the boys slaved underground, the girls worked open cast these walkways are are full of stories, of a Cornish past another brilliant poem from the pen of Fay Slimm

Well Fay, I've seen a few of these old tin mines alone the cornish shore, hard back breaking work for so little pay, like the mills long gone now good ridence most say, but you are right then they had a Community now sadly lost today... Andy 10