The Engine House

“Like sentinels of days gone by
 They’re silhouettes against the sky
 A headstone for those still below
 A monument we proudly show
 Of times when our tin was the very best
 when quality counted not paying less
 When the work was hard and the day was long
 And the mines were filled by the miners song
 Their hymns tell tales of life in the deeps
 where darkness surrounds and dampness creeps
 where disaster can be just a minute away
 and you thanked the lord for every day
 For generations all our menfolk
 proudly joined the line
 never once imagining
 that we’d outlast the mine.”

– Thomas Hawkins 2010