What can I say, I walked by you today
and I paused and remembered your time
When you were robbed of your natural freedom
and sent down to work in the mine.
Where you worked for no pay, for long hours of the day,
only feeding on water and bran,
In a stable of brick, in a tunnel
and cleaned by an underground man.
No sunshine for warmth on your withers,
or cold rain to thicken your tail
No frost for a gallop in winter
Not peppered by showers of hail.
No sweet smelling grass for your grazing
Not even a soft bale of hay
Just maybe a sweet from your driver
If you had worked well for that day.
I am pleased that you've finished your task there
and returned to the land 'up above'
Where you can now rest in that meadow
and the Miner can send you his love.
I will worship your wonderful statue
and remember my time with mixed pride
When a man and his little pit-pony
worked in the mine, side by side.
Copyright Mick Westwood