With their lamps at their side, <br />Still weary and tired, <br />From the previous shift, <br />Hence they came, <br />Old Dai and Will, <br />They trudged that steep hill, <br />A familiar sight every day. <br />To the old village mine, <br />Faced with dirt, muck and grime, <br />Was the heart, the life and the soul, <br />Of the place they were born, <br />Where many had mourned, <br />For the sad loss of life digging coal. <br />But with young mouths to feed, <br />The mine was their need, <br />So life at the pit carried on, <br />For this was their life, <br />On their way home to wife, <br />They would finish their shift with a song!<br /><br />Jayne Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-way-of-life-5/
