Post by cornirog on Jul 27, 2010 6:20:24 GMT -5
Six hundred meters below the Sausage
counter they quietly lay thirty five
boys and men – Miners - buried
in their grave.
They built a Supermarket on top of
them.
There were other supermarkets in the
area – but they needed another one -
here.
Six hundred meters below the frozen
peas and carrots are the old stables where the
pit ponies used to rest after an hard
shift pulling tubs of coal to the pit bottom.
The ponies fell where they worked with
there handlers - John Tugby just sixteen years old.
Father’s died trying to help their son’s
escape the fire beneath the Fish counter.
Nineteenth of April eighteen ninety-eight.
Whitwick Colliery - the night shift where a
town died in number five shaft.
Today -
laughing children dance around the old pit
wheel while under their dancing feet lay
buried a generation - lost for the price of
Coal.