T h e mines died forty years ago. T h e soft, brown coal was gutted from the earth And the cinder offal laid on the land - Red mountains of rust and cinder In the midst of fertile fields. Valleys have eroded the mountainsides, Baring twisted ribs of slag And bleeding into the soil.
Sketch: Vol. 33
, Article 9.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol33/iss1/9