They stand enduring intense sunlight as weathered
monuments of the past.
Aging abandoned buildings and structures left to the
elements.
There are windows long blown out and doors missing or
standing ajar.
Shards of glass scattered on warped floor boards make
for dangerous passage.
Most fixtures and remnants have long ago been removed
by scavengers.
Imagine the past with miners toiling below with their picks
and equipment.
Long days spent beneath the earth struggling to locate rich
veins of ore.
Drilling the bore holes for placement of explosives to
remove the rock.
Now abandoned, machinery rusts away and litters the
landscape.
When the mines played out, what happened to the
existing society?
The wind comes up sliding around corners and through
various openings.
A presence of mournful sounds seeks to elicit voices from
the past.
Who are these voices long since silenced and what is their message?
Theirs was a life of struggle and danger, often cut short.
This ghost town holds many secrets and will forever be in
my thoughts.
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