Trust

We worked on ‘trust’ together, and ‘trust’ became a chain,
He watched me, and I watched him, no – one could abstain,
And in a coal – mine’s dim lit glow, where all was grim and black,
You had that reassurance, that your mate would, ‘watch your back’.

It didn’t matter where you worked, in a team of two, or ten,
This ‘law’ although unwritten, was observed by mining men,
This ‘brotherhood’ extended out, beyond the colliery gates,
To enfold all of the family, not just the miner and his mates.

And this is why I’m proud of them, the miners of this land,
Because, some of them, at some time, held my future in their hand,
And safe in their entrustment, they did not let it go,
They returned it to me safely, – and that is why I love them so!

(Thank you for your trust lads !)

Mick

Copyright Michael Westwood 2014