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COAL MINERS & THE GREAT DEPRESSION
COAL MINERS & THE GREAT DEPRESSION
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TomZart
2/10/09
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THE COAL MINER
Coal mines in my daddy's day
Were dug with strong hands and back.
They got larger and deeper
As the lungs of the miners turned black.
Cave-ins, fires and explosions
Were my father?s daily fear.
But what choice has a man
When the wolf of hunger is near.
With three small kids and a wife
There were five stomachs to fill.
As we lived in poverty
In our shack below a hill.
I feel his blood within me
As the years of my life pass by
I'm proud that dad dug King Cole
For a miner so am I.
Life to me is but a rose
Though it's thorns can make me cry.
And like my dad before me
To my Lord I will not lie.
In cold earth someday I?ll sleep
With a shinny stone above.
Carved in it, shall be the words
I have known the joy of love.
ADVERSITY
God may place us in deep waters
But He doesn't wish us to drown.
Adversity shows us ourselves
As to others we smile or frown.
There's no better teacher in life
Than the troubles which come our way.
Adversity strengthens our minds
As we think what to do and say.
Constant success shows but one side
Of the world we find ourselves in.
Adversity teaches us all
That people love, hate, lust and sin.
OUR MOTHER'S LOVE 1936
Our mother's love like a candle
Burns brightly upon the shelf.
As she lights the way for all others
Never thinking of herself.
Seven little kids in a farmhouse
By my moms hard work survived.
Through her love and faith in Jesus
We learned how to struggle and strive.
The lilacs still bloom by the window
Where our mom would quilt and sew.
In the winter she'd sing by the fire
To the tunes she thought we should know.
Our father labored at a quarry
In the dust of the earth every day.
He worked so hard for his money
For the bills our family must pay.
Little sister came down with pneumonia
And almost died in bed.
Our momma lie sick beside her
Putting cool rags on her head.
We were sure glad to see daddy's face
As he drove up our driveway
He ran up and into the house
Then knelt by their bed to pray.
Oh, Lord, please save my family
From the fever that burns within
For we have always loved Jesus
And will serve Him till our end.
By Conservative Poet
Tom Zart
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