MY FIRST WEEK DOWN THE PIT,

a poem by Edwin Keith Jepson, UK - poetry writer, author, poet

I remember my first week down the pit,
I was only fifteen years old,
I wanted to be a Journalist,
But my plans were quickly dissolved,
Money was more precious than me,
So down the mine I did go,
It was dark, but with my caplamp could see,
Tubs, laden with coal in a row,
I learned how to use a smallman clip,
And another one fixed with a star,
And if my memory serves me well,
I used a hammer , and bar,
Eight hours a day, I clipped onto a wire rope,
Ten tubs at a time , to a Loader,
Which were filled with priceless coal,
And often mixed, with bat and boulder,
Then the tubs were hoisted up the shaft,
For the coal to be seperated,
By the use of screens, and washer plants,
Until they were segregated,
When I reached my EIGHTEENTH Year,
I was trained for the Coal Face,
One hundred days I had to Train,
Or I would fall from grace,
I passed with flying colours,
Bringing no disgrace,
But I still remember,
My first week down the pit,
I was only fifteen years old,
And I wanted to be a Journalist,
But my plans were soon dissolved,


PS a Smallman clip, was used to clip [fasten]the tubs onto a rope, A starclip was used to fasten the tubs at the back,
to make sure they were transported safely to the pit bottom, Eddie,

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