Memories buried in the cauldron of time
Last coke fires long extinguished
What was once the source of steel making
left to turn to rubble.
Hollow shells of coke ovens
buried in the hillsides
Specters of the past // once alive
Now // just ghosts…
with eyes that have no fire.
Swallowed up by nature’s blanket
overgrown and hidden
for the last seventy years.
Once beehives of life and work
Now, just crumbling brick walls
stained with memories of the past;
with names of countless men
who’s sweat and toil
were the first
to make America Great!
Coke Ovens burning at night. – Ed West Photo
In September of 2010, two of my brothers and I went back to our hometown of Masontown, Pennsylvania where we grew up. We spent four days driving around, visiting friends, and reliving memories of our childhood. It was a wonderful time. One…
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