By Dan Drummond
 
Darkness found in every tunnel 
Yet lamp light finds its way there
Splint coal shovel and pick
Skip pony haulage
Lizzy waits on orders
Found wanting
Mullock heaps played on by
Truants wagging school
McBride Billson Murray
Miners' cottages kept neat
Some in ruin
Shop girl teacher plumber
Postie peddles hard against the wind
Farmer shops before evening milking
Concrete curb  and channel
Town drain lamp posts bollards 
In the distance cypress trees of old
Hang their sad branches down
No more now going
Under ground.
 
With apologies to Dylan Thomas