These are some of the headframes that are around town.. they are no longer used of course.. but they stand tall.. more of a memorial to the miners that worked in these mines in that time frame.
Mother wept, and father sigh’d;
With delight a-glow
Cried the lad, “To-morrow,” cried,
“To the pit I go.”
Up and down the place he sped,
Greeted old and young,
Far and wide the tidings spread,
Clapp’d his hands and sung.
Came his cronies, some to gaze
Rapt in wonder; some
Free with counsel; some with praise;
Some with envy dumb.
“May he,” many a gossip cried,
“Be from peril kept;”
Father hid his face and sighed,
Mother turned and wept
Have a beautiful, peaceful and very restful Sunday.
soft hugs ~Hope
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