945 After the Strike 12-02-2020

At last we’ve won the sought-for-joys

that any man would crave.

And we were right when we fought the fight

till the bloody owners caved.

Now we have a fiddler

and a caller our songs to call

so with-your-arms held tight around me,

we’ll dance about the hall.

I’ll smell the rose scent in your hair,

while you give my bruises tending.

I’ll smoke my pipe,

rest in my chair

and doze while I am mending.

How long ago, our reluctance.

Our Damn-ed hesitations.

To think we might have lost our rght

to achieve our aspirations!

Come morn we return to the bloody coal,

to the dust and sweat and pain.

We’ll work and abide by the settlement

till it’s time to strike again.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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