Gary Fellows

(1962 - / Salford)

Sam Was A Miner


Dust to dust
Breath to breath
Cough to cough
Carbon Black death
Dig the seams
Dig the scene
Hands and knees
Breaking coal
Breaking back
Breaking soul

Rip black gold
Young and old
Cramped and slumped
Muscles pumped
Cut those seams
Lose those dreams
Head lights up
Darkness halls
Dirty walls
This dusty hell

Blue black specks
Adorn your hands
Coal tattoos
Of damaged skin
Pick and shovel
Drill and lamp
Dust and sweat
So dark and damp
Dungeon deep
Or so it seems

Under ground
Night and day
Toil away
Such poor pay
Grit and grime
Cough and choke
Feel the strain
Feel those pains
Doctors fee
Keeps doctor away

For Samuel Fellows 1904 to 1939

Submitted: Saturday, December 13, 2008

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