PICTURE GALLERY Part Two

No a picture but a poem......

On the 9th of September, 1967....The Michael Pit caught fire...

Michael Fire

It wis jist anither Friday nicht doon the bloody mine
There wis an air of foreboding ye couldnie quite define
The usual crack and banter wis missing on the cage
Nae signs then of the deadly fire that wis soon tae rage
The coal soon started flowing aff the longwall faces
But sinister events wir taking place in ither working places
The Loader Mine wis glowing hot soon it wid be ablaze
For some poor miners it wid be, the last of their living days

The heating hid been treated tae stop the glowing embers catching fire
But the foam they yaised wis useless and the consequences dire
Through the pit the killer smoke began, to wend it's deadly way
Along the fower foot and Bell's heading and the loco level tae
By daybreak things were looking bleak, the situation really dire
Thick smoke poured fae number two pit shaft jist like a funeral pyre

Folk gaithered roond the pit head their faces filled wi grief
Their men wir trapped deep underground it wis beyond belief
Heroic deeds were done that nicht and lives were risked as well
But sad to say some lives were lost in that smoke filled hell
Brave and fearless were those men who went back intae the smoke
They risked their lives for comrades in the face of deaths dark cloak
Nae names will a' mention but this a hiv tae say
Twa men were awarded medals fur their bravery that day

Nine poor souls died that nicht the big pit wis also doomed
Three bodies were not recovered, to this day they're still entombed
The official enquiry took place as was the norm back inthose days
Experiments and tests were done the results were then appraised
Materials yaised on the heating in the Loader Mine
Turned oot to be the problem but nae blame wid be assigned
Recommendations were then given but they were far too late
To save those men that died night was that the hand of fate

That black September night caused overwhelming grief and pain
Folks lives in the village wid never be the same again
The Michael wis the heart and soul of people in the Wemyss
Gone for good but not forgotten and recalled in our dreams
So let us aye remember those men who lost their lives that day
To die mining the nations coal was so a high price to pay
 
No a picture but a poem......

On the 9th of September, 1967....The Michael Pit caught fire...

Michael Fire

It wis jist anither Friday nicht doon the bloody mine
There wis an air of foreboding ye couldnie quite define
The usual crack and banter wis missing on the cage
Nae signs then of the deadly fire that wis soon tae rage
The coal soon started flowing aff the longwall faces
But sinister events wir taking place in ither working places
The Loader Mine wis glowing hot soon it wid be ablaze
For some poor miners it wid be, the last of their living days

The heating hid been treated tae stop the glowing embers catching fire
But the foam they yaised wis useless and the consequences dire
Through the pit the killer smoke began, to wend it's deadly way
Along the fower foot and Bell's heading and the loco level tae
By daybreak things were looking bleak, the situation really dire
Thick smoke poured fae number two pit shaft jist like a funeral pyre

Folk gaithered roond the pit head their faces filled wi grief
Their men wir trapped deep underground it wis beyond belief
Heroic deeds were done that nicht and lives were risked as well
But sad to say some lives were lost in that smoke filled hell
Brave and fearless were those men who went back intae the smoke
They risked their lives for comrades in the face of deaths dark cloak
Nae names will a' mention but this a hiv tae say
Twa men were awarded medals fur their bravery that day

Nine poor souls died that nicht the big pit wis also doomed
Three bodies were not recovered, to this day they're still entombed
The official enquiry took place as was the norm back inthose days
Experiments and tests were done the results were then appraised
Materials yaised on the heating in the Loader Mine
Turned oot to be the problem but nae blame wid be assigned
Recommendations were then given but they were far too late
To save those men that died night was that the hand of fate

That black September night caused overwhelming grief and pain
Folks lives in the village wid never be the same again
The Michael wis the heart and soul of people in the Wemyss
Gone for good but not forgotten and recalled in our dreams
So let us aye remember those men who lost their lives that day
To die mining the nations coal was so a high price to pay
Thanks Lennono from a mining family myself so means a lot to read it and understand what it says…. Thanks again Jim
 
Brought the new lounger part into the living room...wall is 9 feet long, couch with new addition is 11 feet long...so has to remain apart
"Get off the...ah, never mind..."
Georgia approved :D🐾🐾
Oh and according to Georgia's coat, which is getting thicker, we're in for a cold, snowy Winter again this year
*MUSH husky...MUSH !!!*

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