A brief breath of fresh air,
Such a wonderful thing,
Pursed thru one’s lips,
Possessed by our being.
Gone in a flash,
Another one we await,
Hither come, Hither goes,
Still, we anticipate.
With-------Then without,
How precious it was.
The refreshing effect,
That now is……..Twas’.
Taken for granted,
The “life’s breath” that just was,
“Grant it, “still taken”,
“Our very “Life”, “The Cause”.
Fresh breath that God giveth,
Forebode, seemingly lost this day,
Thru deeds of our own,
Along life’s troublesome way.
How can we look back?
And take a fresh breath,
Of things “right or wrong”,
“Nevermore”,”None the less”.
My friend, I’m afraid,
We can’t, with circumstance,
“Go back”,”make Amends”,
“Now”…………“After The Fact”.
“A breath of Fresh Air”,
“I know “that “ is longed for”,
Thru Prayer & Regards,
From those who so care.
A “Miner” myself,
Who once struggled along,
The path so many have taken,
To provide for the home.
“A breath of “Fresh Air”,
I send and I pray”,
To those who so need it,
“For Life every day”.
“Sent from my Heart”,
“Token of “Coal Miner’s Love”,
“Grant it this Day”, “Lord”,
“Dear God Up Above”.
“The Miner’s”………”The Families,”
To whom, who are able,
Accept my condolences,
That you might be enabled.
“A Breath of Fresh Air”,
“Taken anew now and God given”,
Fellow miner’s, ever present,
With God up in Heaven.
Their labor as one,
None down here to be done,
“Mining for the Lord now”,
“God The Father”- “God The Son”…..
© Roger D. Evans
Lavalette, Wva.
District #17
Local #93
UMWA/Retired