Jay Braddock
We are miners
hard rock miners
to the
shaft house
we must go
Our bottles
on our
shoulders
We are marching to the slopes.
On the
line, boys,
on the line, boys
Drill your holes
and stand in line
till the shift boss
comes to
tell you
you must drill her out on top.
Can't you
feel the rock dust in your lungs?
It'll cut down a
miner while he is still young.
Two years and the
silicosis takes hold,
and I feel like I'm dying from
mining for gold.
--traditional song--
Did you get the metaphor?
;)
Hi everyone.
I'm Jay
and this is my web site. If you're interested, you can read a little about me.....
but since you're here you probably already know that I write poetry, so feel free to
check it out. Or if you don't want to bother with my stuff, at least read
some of my favorite poets.
You can also see some of my publishing credits and decide if I'm really worthy of your
admiration! ;) If you just need some quick-fix inspiration, go to my favorite words of wisdom
. And if you just really want to get away from me, go here.
NEW: Ephrath is up! Part of it anyway. Check it out.
Ok, so that's me in the picture up there, but it's me about two years ago. I look very different now. So I'm going to try to get some new pictures up sometime.....may not be till fall, but I will do it. Hang tight.
Took Me has been published! Please email me
if you'd like to order a copy.
Email: fishbone71@hotmail.com
