The Land of Grimney - The Illustrated Adventures of Cora Pearl, aged 12

I tried to write some words about the miners who lost their lives here in South Wales but could not do it, I come from a long line of miners on both sides of my family and some things are just too close to home. A friend posted this on my fb wall I don't know who wrote it, but it sang in my heart so thought I would share.

There's a cry in the valleys, tears in the West
Mourning the heroes that wear the pit vest
Underground grafters always put in a shift
Below the hillside in the deep dark drift
Theyre not coming home to their children their wives
... The mine once again takes cherished lives
The coalfields of Britain all unite in your mourn
We're all the same breed We're pit village born!

Finding the words when feelings are raw is not always easy. This poem touched me as I come from a traditional, now dead, mining community.
The poem express an understanding of the miners life- a life of graft, family and community- with the shadow of danger and tragedy hanging over it .

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