It was one day after the day they were wed,
Down in the town near the Silverton mine,
That young Paul Greene and lovely Mary
Were forced to part for the very first time.
It was early in the morn when he waved farewell
And left his wife with a kiss and a sigh
To trudge uphill for a day in the mines
With the rest of the men from the town nearby.
An eerie calm settled over the town,
Rumble of earth when the sun was high.
The whistle screamed its call of death
As the walls of rock crushed the miners' cry.
All as one the women ran
Up the hill to the new-made grave.
As Mary called to the one she loved,
No sound or answer the rubble gave.
Mary fell to her knees and cried,
"My love is gone and I'm alone"
Hope was crushed when the miners died,
Buried deep in the coal and stone.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.