The hills in the distance
Just beckoned me near
For they have a voice
That they want me to hear
They speak of the past
And things they have seen
In those years of such plenty
That once there has been
Now only the fissures
In their structure remain
Gone are the treasures
That once they contained
Gone like the miners
Whose songs gave them cheer
As they carried off their bounty
To lands far and near
Now only the picks
And shovels lay claim
To the barren tunnels
That have quietly remained
To past beyond remembering.
PTT

Picture  – Snailbeach Mine Shropshire

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