TOIL ON
TRECATTY
The mountain lay there, so
serene,
Gazing
at
the sky,
Wrapped
up in a mantle green,
Watching
clouds glide idly by,
But little did
the mountain know,
Its peace
would soon be shattered,
Or that all
across that valley scene,
Its insides
would be scattered.
For down the road there came four
men,
Tugging on a rope,
With muscles taut, and eyes
alight,
And hearts so full of hope.
These four men knew beneath that
green,
There lay a wealthy soul,
Not gold, nor silver, or rich
thick oil,
But diamond-like black coal!
"Set up camp" the leader cried,
As he climbed up on the peak,
"Dig it deep and Cast it high,
I want to hear those bodies
creak,
To these 3 men my coal I
entrust,
And you will all heed their
directions,
Jones the Plant, Rees the
Production,
And D.L. in charge of projection.
Soon explosions rocked that
peaceful scene,
Birds on the wing would shiver,
Yellow monsters moved in from far
and near,
Eucs, Graders, D8s, D9s and the
225 Caterpillar.
The Marion was Joe Mullaney's
pride,
And he sent that dragline
sweeping far and wide,
Digging the Upper and the Lower
Four,
While Casey watched him from down
below.
And under his breath said "Good
Boy Joe".
Piece by piece the mountain
crumbled,
As ton by ton the coal was
trundled,
Up and over Cwmbargoed Common,
The sheep looked on but did not
comment.
It's 25 years later, and the work
still goes on,
But in a
very short time all the coal will have gone,
So four men will come back and
pick up their rope,
And leave that sore mountain,
hearts full of fresh hope,
Of more coal around some corner,
And if their luck will hold out,
They'll find it and mine it,
Without a doubt about.
Bridie Gardener
1984