the ore is all gone
it was gone long ago
yet folks lingered on
they had nowhere to go
now even the ghosts
have dissolved in the heat
the only things left
are this side-walk and street
i remember the street
on the fourth of july
we stood on the curb
my best friend and i
with firetruck sirens
and flashing lights on
but it’s history now
the ore is all gone
–photo by me
michaeljordahl 
I can relate to this Michael. I was brought up in a coal mining community and saw it slowly die after the mine closed. Nice poetry.
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Thank you, iron ore for me
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Beautifully written and full of emotion for a time long gone
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The story of so many towns and places. great poem!
Dwight
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Thanks!😃
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