Brunner mine site poem.

The river rushes as the bush crashes,

65 people all men and boys unluckily killed in the mine,

The coal and dust covered their bodies,

As the families cried and wept over there children and men,

Coal everywhere as well as smoke,

The holes they climbed through they were dangerous that day,

for all of the gases and toxic disasters it caused the mine to explode,

Oh how unlucky they were on that day,

The pit ponies all timid and shy and pulling carts all over the show,

The boys did not want to go in the hole for their bosses just wanted the coal,

To fill up their pockets the greedy old bosses that stole their lives that day,

The mines filled with the smelly old gase and all the toxins in their,    

Most smelliest of all the sulfur discusting and the bosses don't care about anyone but themselves,

Losing themselves in the mine,

The poor poor people do you feel sorry for them,

118 years passed by and all the people can still remember and to this day things have changed and memorials have been placed,

all the men and boys still their hearts race through the thoughts of their families and everyone whom knew them,

For the poor boys and men were lost on that day.