This is a poem about all the Kentucky Coal Miners out there who work hard for themselves and most importantly their families! Hope you all enjoy it!

Leading coal-Producing states.

A poem exploring humanity’s attempt and failure at producing good apart from God.

A wife encourages a despondent husband that is a chimney sweep not to be so blue. Instead, he should change his overalls, take a shower, put on some music, and dance with her.

This poem took me about two weeks to get right. Other versions of this poem were created but I didn’t have the correct tone of the poem in order for it to flow. I tried as much as I could to bring it from its lifeless form. Comments are open.

Another poem for my series on poetry for school topics. This one tells of the Industrial Revolution in Britain during the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, showing the dreadful conditions in which young children had to work to survive.

Olden day miners trip to the coal face.

COAL DEALERS.

Coal mines that continue to be dredged to the bottom of the sea, over time runs out and the island was closed. The island did not have these green plants were gradually dying. Fifty years later, the island is like a ghost island.

Never judge a thing by the little you see…
For what you do is create a stereotype idea the object in front of you and fail to see the bigger picture. That object may be worth a lot more than what it appears to the naked eye….

Dedicated to a very special person who has profoundly touched my life.