To Victor!

He was only a little pit-pony,
Not much to about him at all,
But I still feel so sad, for that little grey lad,
Who would never return to his stall.

An accident took him that morning,
A locker slipped out, that was it,
The tub ran away to pursue him,
And crush him in that cursed pit.

It burst his lung, – and they shot him,
Without any care or remorse,
And I cried the tears of a miner,
Who had lost his little grey horse.

Fifty years on, it still haunts me,
It hurts still, – like it was today,
For I broke the trust of a pony,
And that memory will not go away.

I hope that he rests in green pastures,
Where grazing is endless and deep,
And I pray for a warm ray of sunshine,
Where he lays his head down to sleep.

In memory of ‘Victor’, a little grey pit-pony, who died in an underground accident at Cannock Wood Colliery in 1961.
R. I. P. mate, (so sorry)
Mick

(Copyright Mick Westwood 2014)