Death in a Coal Mine (Child Miners)

Into the bowels of the earth we descend
Down into the pit of hell
Crawling on hands and knees to mine
This precious fuel they call coal

Now Petey and I we are almost men
He is ten and I'm eleven
Been working here, down this mine
These last two years and month now

Mum is counting on us as men
Since Dad died from consumption
Coughed every night, spat out blood
Now gone to be with Jesus

The work is hard, it's hot down here
To work by flickering candlelight
The dust so thick, you always taste it
It makes you cough and splutter

We've almost reached the coal face
When I can hear some rumbling
I turned my head to speak to Petey
When the world collapsed around me

I don't know how long I lay there
When sense returned to me
By the flickering light I could see
The roof caved in behind me

Now I don't know if Petey was safe
Or if Petey was buried under
But what I knew and the news was bad
This was a miner's worst nightmare

Not a breeze came through, no fresh air
The tunnel tightly sealed
I think I knew deep in my heart
My bones would find rest here

Time passed, don't know how long
The candle burned away
The last light my eyes did see
Then blackness all around

I had seen night and I'd seen black
But never before black like this
The silence too was deafening
A tear squeezed from my eye

I cannot cry, I am a man
But the tears slid down my cheeks
I told myself for Mum I cried
What will become of her

The air so stale, tis hard to breathe
My eyelids heavy, drooping
Slowly I drift off to sleep
Tomorrow I'll awake in heaven

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Posted: Feb 2012
About this poem:
Sadly children as young as five were sent down into the mines and should there be a cave in it was more economical to leave them there and keep mining in a different direction. Thousands of children perished working in mines.

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Odette67
Mum is counting on us as men
Since Dad died from consumption
Coughed every night, spat out blood
Now gone to be with Jesus

Excellent write Steve...I lost my dear old Grandad to consumption...He was 57 yrs old...He worked in an iron ore mine from the day he left school...He went on a push bike every morning to that hell hole...Thank you for sharing.
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steve1223
Thank you Odette67 sad that you lost your dear Grandad at such an early age. Life was much harder then and a miner's life usually finished much too early.


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steve1223
Thank you Maxeen_1. Yes it is so hard for us to conceive that children of that tender age were sent down into the hell holes. I literally felt sick while I was gathering this information. May we never have times like this again.

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moongirl1
I had no idea that this was going on back then dunno crying
steve1223
Thanks moongirl1 unfortunately it did happen and may still happen in some undeveloped countries

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steve1223
As I was preparing this for inclusion in my next book I had to do further studies on this subject and unfortunately found out that in places like the Philippines children as young as four are forced to work in or for the gold mines. This is actually on the increase. Seems that some things never change.
steve1223
Thank you for your comment Mustapha ... unfortunately a lot of the time the ones exploiting these children are their own parents ... I wish that I knew what the solution to this problem is ... but sadly I do not

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steve1223
Thank you moongirl1 for your comment

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niah9
Like you, I researched mining, but from the aspect of singing birds for my degree, and all from a reference from my hometown museum. A photo's of locals attending bird fancier clubs, merged with my memory of locals in my childhood, raising canaries.
My maternal family were Welsh miners, so raised 10 miles from London, yet in a mining community, really opened my eyes, and shocked me that we had never been told....but like you, I write about the time before, that still effects us today....and one local newspaper shocked me when said they would hold back a poem, in case it upset local miners....more likely the mine owner.
A wonderful touching tribute Steve.....Loved it....Kathyteddybear
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