A CANARY'S TALE
Life could be short, back in the day
hovering and singing, showing brave men the way
Monoxide and methane, the killers below,
as long as we sang, onward they'd go
Now and again, we'd breath in the poison
our singing would stop, killer gas was the reason
The silence would warn, methane, in the air
run for your lives, a miner's nightmare
 
Nineteen eleven, our first use they found,
saving the lives, brave men underground
Treated like pets, down there at the face
sadly, however, bird and miner deceased.
 
In eighty-six, no more time at the face
modern technology, us birds would replace.
The miners we saved, cannot be numbered
our legacy, I hope, always remembered

 

Copyright Arthur Cole

 
 

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