Come walk with me over the hills
Where the lands are covered with scrub.
Beneath are veins that were once rich with coal
Now empty caverns dark, wet and cold.
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I cant believe no-one else has commented on this excellent piece of writing, there are no coal mines here now, your poem depicts the hard life so well, heart rending stuff,10 from me Lynda xxx
This is a beautiful piece of poetry to be savored. Well written and with so much meaning. Sincerely, Kathleen