The sounds of the coal trucks,
On the old steam train,
Late at night,
I heard the clatter,
Over and over again,
I'd hear the pit siren,
Make it's eerie sound,
The men were working there,
Searching for coal underground.
As I lay in my nice cosy bed,
Life went on way ahead,
This was the way our village survived,
In our proud Welsh valley,
They worked hard to strive.
Jayne Louise Davies
More gremlins with PH, I can only read two lines of your poem, but you'll get 5* as they're always good. I always have trouble with PoemHunter.
Yes I'm having the same problem. Don't normally have trouble with it x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love those sounds too Bravo!