The Miner’s Wife

She had never been to foreign fancies

Or left the confines of this town

Although she stared at faraway vistas

with a face etched with strife

and a distant look in her eyes

The miners wife’s destiny was sadly set in stone

and nailed to the tiles of the square

Oh that poor statue of the maiden fair.

Little Ginge x

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