I haven't written poetry in a while, so I may be a little rusty.
I am a coal miner's daughter.
I grew up in the backwoods of West Virginia.
My Father went to college,
Came back to work in a coal mine.
And I am proud of him.
So proud of him.
I grew up around big trucks,
Big lumps of coal,
Large piles of rock.
Yet,
I am the proudest daughter of them all.
Your parents work,
As accountants,
Bankers,
Lawyers,
Environmentalists.
But my Father is a coal miner.
And I am the proudest coal miner's daughter.
I am a coal miner's daughter.
I grew up in the backwoods of West Virginia.
My Father went to college,
Came back to work in a mine.
And I am proud of him.
So proud of him.
For I am a coal miner's daughter.

