| Black Gold |
| Tall megaliths, stand silent and still Where pit wheels, once turned Spinning, with whispering timbre Taking men to coal, our fires burned Men with strength, in body and soul In cramped iron cages, lamps in hand Waiting to enter, mother earth's heart Courageous miners, would stand Brakes released, a cage decends As a dropping stone, into a well Plummeting, to the depths of Wales Taking brave miners, into darkened hell Rhondda miners, in days now past Forging new tunnels, they furrowed Men with strength of a lion Blackened faced, they burrowed Brave men, whose lives they gave While digging for Black Gold In a manifold of disasters Stories of courage, today still told Black pyramids, monuments tall Scarred mountains, no longer hold A legacy, of death and destruction Rhondda's reward, from Black Gold |
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| Copyright: Robert Lewis 1998-2003 Worldwide All rights reserved This poem may not be copied by any means without the express permission of the author |