Mines ……old mines
They dot the desert
Like antelope squirrel holes
They give refuge to any and all
With memories of days of glory and hope.
The mines, the desert winds
make them Weary, Shifting, Eroding
Soon they will be covered
But the bones still talk and they tell their stories
For those who walk in them and listen…..
For my stepfather Keith Staley who came to AZ in 1935 to work the mines and finished his working career as the general manager of the Newmont copper mine in San Manuel.
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