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playing happily

 

muddy shoes

grubby fingers

dusty face

watching me gran

pegging clothes

grey wisps in the wind

brushed away with trembling fingers

 

coal piled high

on the street below

waiting for the men to come home

 

down near the river

rusty rails filled with rubbish

bare brown mountains

empty houses

 

the men swaying home

faces black

pockets full of lambs tails

knowing the pit would close soon

 

and me, not knowing

playing happily