A poem from the book Coal Miners Light....Order your copy today!! A poem from my book Coal Miners Light….Order your copy today.. The Miners Light...by tfisher In my world the air is thin, the days as black as night. My closest friend up on my head, it is my miners light. It lights my way through tunnels long, into the shaft so deep. The dust it fills the cool thin air, I feel the water seep. Night or day we never know, as darkness fills the air. Our light it shines our every step, no risk there can compare. A group of men each day must tread, where others never have. They cut the coal out from the face, conditions, good and bad. The sound of the machines, is loud and strong, so deafening to our ears. We work each shift with pride and might, there is no time for fear. The eerie darkness surrounds us, no light is there to see, except the light upon our caps, the light it keeps us free. We can take for granted so many things, but in this world of night, there is nothing closer to a miner, than is his miners light. written by Tommy Fisher Dec. 2012
Posted on: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 13:44:07 +0000
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