A Miners Winter
A miner sees no daylight, in British winter time,
His cap lamp lights the glory as he rides into the mine,
He works all day to earn his pay in dim light and in gloom,
And then returns to a picture of a cold and rising moon.
For weeks he works beneath the earth, and returns to a darkened sky,
With nothing to restore him and lift his spirit high,
A long confinement in this dark, with no light anywhere,
A winter`s tale of darkness, that hardly man can bear.
Within this gloomy presence the miner carries on,
Just doing what hes good at till the long dark days are gone,
He rides the shaft at days end, with just one aim in sight,
Looking for a lighter sky, - looking for the light.
Copyright Mick Westwood