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Creswell Disaster - In Rememberance - Poem
Tue 26 Sept 1950 -Those Who Died

From: Jason Oxley
8 Sep 2009
Poem, Creswell Disaster 1950

Thought you might like this poem that my late great grandfather wrote, he used to live in Whitwell and was a Justice of the peace.


Jason Oxley


Towards this little village our sympathies are sent
The mine again has taken toll, and claimed its savage rent
Full eighty gallant human souls have gone to meet the cost
"The Price of Coal" have gone to join 'The Legion of the Lost"

In Creswell Village, vale of tears, with every home bereaved
Some father, husband, brother, son, some loved one deeply grieved
And once again, as in a flash, the price of coal is paid
But broken hearts they leave behind, when in the churchyard laid

And as before, these tales are told - The Annals of the Mine
Such tales that fill us all with pride, unselfish and Divine
Of one who could have saved himself, but turning back to find
He lost his life, to warn close mates he couldn't leave behind

And others could have made the grade, but stopped to finish off
The job that they had set themselves, twas honesty enough
The old, old tale of British grit, that never lets us down
It's the history of the coal mines, and this little mining town

Their women waited up above, and as they hoped and prayed
For God a miracle to work, tho' heartsick and dismayed
But as the weary hours dragged by, and as their hopes grew dim
Beyond all doubt at last they knew, the issue lay with Him

The rescue teams who risked their lives, all miners, picked and fit
They worked with all their hearts and souls along that fire-swept pit
In that inferno well they knew their mates they wouldn't find
With heavy heart, at last they left the pals they loved behind

So once again the bell was tolled, at what a tragic cost
The mine again has taken toll and eighty lives are lost
Black diamonds dug by sweat and blood embowelled in the earth
How can we speak in terms of cash, how can we price its worth

Its price is far beyond our ken, away from mortal eyes
It's God who knows and counts the cost, away beyond the skies

Walter Oxley J.P.
Creswell, 1950

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