EIGHTEEN INCHES

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18 inches is what you've got, From the bottom to the top,

Crawl along - forever kneeling,

Hard hat knocks against the ceiling,

Keep on going between the props

There's coal to dig - no time to stop

Mostly dusty - sometimes damp,

You see it all by miners lamp

Digging deep below the soil,

A miners life - his daily toil,

Working hard for the ones he loves,

Wife and bairns are high above,

Below the ground you're like a mole,

Searching for that seam of coal!

 

Copyright Malcolm Barnes