All the Poems on this page have been composed by myself, afterDale's Poem Page
being influenced
by what I know and have experienced. I hope
you will gain something from reading them.
I hope you will accept that the words in the poems are put in to
create atmosphere, and reflect a time when certain words were acceptable,
but are no longer. I do not find such words acceptable in todays
context, and I apologise for any offence these words cause, but like
cows in formaldehyde, it is part of the Art.
Black Hell in the ValleysMy God what a terrible place, Dying hewing coal far beneath the earth, Coal, the Valley's curse, the maker of slaves, Giving their lives for the master's wealth, |
My Great Grandfather died in Waterloo pit,
Thomas Lewis was his name.
The roof fell in, and that was it,
As many other miners who's fate was the same.
At 67 he was still digging coal,
On his knees in water at the coal face.
Risking life and limb in a big black hole,
with little room to swing in his cramped space.
Thomas was buried with his first son and wife,
He now lays in the cemetery of Blaenau Gwent.
Resting his back, after digging all his life,
All that work and all those tears just to pay the rent.
Digging coal and giving his life for the master's wealth,
Sinking their pits like his father before him.
Earning so little at the expense of his health,
Such a dependence was very grim.
Thomas married Mary Davies in Nantyglo in 84,
He sank Six Bells and others for a little extra pay.
In 1886 Blodwen was born, a daughter to adore,
Adding a son Thomas, a happy family until Mary then Thomas were taken away.
Thomas's grandfather was David, born in Bedwas in 1799,
Thomas's father was born in Mynyddislwyn in 1833.
Thomas himself was born in Blaen-y-Cwm, first in line,
In 88 in Cwmtillery another Thomas was born, growing the family tree.
Thomas spent his childhood in Pontypool,
Growing into a fine working man for hard toil.
Attending Chapel in the town and going to school,
He followed his father into the pits deep beneath the soil.
Thomas boxed for money and passion,
Always digging coal, punching, and keeping up his guard.
Watching to avoid a roof fall or an explosion,
Taking farm work in Ross when times were hard.
Now he is somewhere else, sitting by the fire,
His pipe in mouth and looking down at his family, hopefully as people to admire.