~ Life In The Coal Camps ~

 I traveled 'round this country
As just a babe and child,
My daddy was a coal miner, so
We lived one place for just a while

I always jumped for joy
When I heard we'd move again,
But 'twas in the growing older
The troubles would begin.

Sometimes twice a year we'd move
And a new school we'd attend,
So I soon learned very quickly
Every one must be my friend.

I had to adapt to many ways
That I, not always understood,
For folks from many lands
Lived in every neighborhood.

Betty Hill  © 2009