This is a fictional poem although there was a pit disaster in the Lofthouse Colliery Wakefield Yorkshire England about thirty years ago and there is a monument on the roadside at Wrenthorpe and men did die there.


YORKSHIRE COAL MINING TRAGEDY





Meg heard the siren and jumped to her feet.
Took her shawl from the peg and went out to meet
Women and children all walking one way
All of them silent some stopping to pray,

They reached the pit yard and grouped all around
and apart from quiet weeping, hardly a sound.
Anxious drawn faces, eyes red from tears
Hands covered mouths, stemming unspoken fears.

Bustling officials tried to bring hope
if the worst thing had happened, how would they cope?
A terrible tragedy at the coal mine that day
a tunnel collapsing blocking the way.

Thirty men trapped there do they have air?
The rescuers toil, with bare hands they tear
Mountains of coal that's blocking their path
Send down machinery,' they shout in their wrath.

Poor Megs husband and two sons were trapped.
The pain on her face was so vividly mapped.
At the front of the crowd then someone did shout
they heard some tapping without any doubt

'They must be alive; oh they must be all right.'
For hour upon hour they stood through the night
Good neighbours came brought flasks of tea.
Took home the bairns so they wouldn't see

the scene unfold in the cold light of dawn.
When from that hellhole the bodies were drawn.
At last the wheel turns and the cage slowly rises
Stand back, all stand back, the official advises

Ambulances stand in a line waiting there
out come the first men, take gulps of fresh air.
Meg looks and sees first her husband, then son.
But nothing is seen of her son number one.

She ran towards them, she was lucky that day.
More than some wives and mothers could say.
Ten men remained in a tomb underground.
Their broken bodies alas never found



And now on a grass verge a monument stands
with names engraved thereon, nothing too grand.
Loved ones place flowers there, memories abide
at the spot on the surface - where those brave miners died.




Poetry by Pamel Brooke
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Written on 2009-01-29 at 22:31

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A very good poem , as former coal miner in Kent , I , felt this poem very much.Well written , well expresst .

I also remember Lighthouse , I remember , Jimmy Savile. Interviewing the father of a miner , who was killde , and his body never recovered. Savile , duyring the the interview saide to the still grieving father '' at least , you have the comfort'' , '' of knoweing , your son , is covered by Gods green field's'' . The father was just numb , so luckily for Savile . ( yes I know , Savile was a Bevin boy , (( in world war 2 , not so many men , were needed as ''canon fodder'' , so the serples were sent down the mines))
The poem reminds me of so much.

Ken D Williams
2009-01-29