1900 - 1994
Dedicated to the Miners of Silverwood
History of the Mine
SIMPLY THE BEST
Hollings Lane
Thrybergh
South Yorkshire England
Webmaster John Doxey
Main Photos Jonathan Dabs.
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Dedicated to the Miners of Silverwood History of the Mine SIMPLY THE BEST |
Hollings Lane Thrybergh South Yorkshire England Webmaster John Doxey Main Photos Jonathan Dabs.
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ME 'N' THEE Plus LEFT IN THE DEPTHS BELOW |
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ME 'N' THEE By John Doxey
Dun't know what thi mum 'ill do, Nah she'll be on er own, wi'aght us
two, As fa thi Mum well it couldn't get no worse, Maybe she'll stay fa awhile wi her family, But I know she'd'a' sooner bin wi me n thee
Eee I cud sup a beer nah, reight enuff, Me throats full o dust n other stuff, They say cigs are bad fa ya, but this is worse, Lungs all stuffed up wi' miners curse, Nah laying 'ere knowing wi gonna dee, I'm crying me eyes aght, fa me n thee.
Šopyright John Doxey
As a follow on to the above poem I wrote down my thoughts on the fate of those tragic miners who will forever remain down the mine By John Doxey The big wheels stopped turning, the cage no more to descend, The production of coal was now at an end, Colliery buildings disappeared in clouds of dust, Leaving the Miners voicing "what about us", As the shafts were sealed like a final blow, Who will remember those left in the depths below.
Memories are stored in the minds of each man, Stories of horror in less than a one hundred year span, Roofs caving in, without warning or care, Sealing the fate of those who were there, It could happen at anytime , a risk each miner would know, Now who will remember those left in the depths below.
The ghost of Silverwood is a true legend I'm told, An apparition of a miner, a sad lost soul, There are many souls still there in sealed tunnels of the mine, Sealed in tombs until the end of time, Crushed and lifeless like freshly walked on snow, Who will remember those left in the depths below.
No headstone, no coffin , no epitaph to see, Such was the fate of these proud men to be, Mother Earth claimed them as her own to keep, Never to yield up her victims in their endless sleep, Let us not forget as our life blood does flow, These miners still left in the depths below.
Price of coal or name it what you will, Matters little now to these men laying still, They took the risk and gambled their lives, Yet we should ensure at least their memory survives, A monument to let the whole world know, There are proud miners still in the depths below.
Šopyright John Doxey With thanks to Rose Walkington whose story of her Granddad Alfred Blyton inspired the above poems. |
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