They throw their pick, <br />at walls of black, <br />shovel it up...and put it in a sack. <br /> <br />Guided by the flame of light, <br />working in a darkness...that`s darker than night. <br /> <br />No place for comfort...no place to sit, <br />Light knows only...the flame that`s lit, <br />as down more they go...deep within...the dark coal pit.<br /><br />James Urwin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-coal-pit/
