Tank's Poetry
Tank's Poetry |
united states mine rescue association
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A small town in the hills, northeastern Pennsylvania, Forty years ago this May An ember burned, out in the trash, somebody from the town throw’d away. That fire burned for several days and nights, Down at the local garbage hole, Who’d a-ever thought, they’d put a town dump, Above a rich seam of anthracite coal Chorus And it burned and smoldered, The fire got hotter, the children they grew older and they all moved away Above the mine, their lives were forsaken There’s nothing in Centralia today Back in nineteen eighty-one, a young boy went out walkin’ through the town when the ground below gave way He grabbed hold of a root, from a big old oak tree And that boy lived to see another day Chorus Now the EPA come in and gathered up their data an they dug a trench for the fire to contain But that mountaintop got hotter and the poison gas and smoke, Rose up from the ground when it rained Chorus Composed by Pete Smith and performed by Raven Hill |
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