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

Fifty years ago since I last saw him
A coal-face friend from off our street
and though our bodies are not as slim
A better mate ,you'd never meet
Side by side we'd dig for coal
Broad of shoulder and sinewy muscels
In those days there was only one role
Extracting coal from a mine we'd rustle
Setting steel props under heavy bars
one at the back ,the other at front
Ten yards of coal would be our stint
and you'd hack with a pick ,till it became blunt ,
Now forward in time , we both shook hands ,
Though memories of old came flooding back
and all we see now are barren lands ,
Though never forgetting the dust and the slack ,
We conversed for a while then went our own way
Both of us remembering every back breaking day,

Author Edwin Jepson
18th May 2020

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