Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas

Egypt Valley


There’s the occasional pair of large pines growing where a house once stood or the fieldstone remnants of what once was a springhouse or barn. No one lives anywhere near here these days and the only undisturbed remarks are the burial grounds such as the one at the Salem “Circle” Cemetery. Now the valley is full of unreclaimed highwalls where famers, labors, miners and everyone they knew have disappeared. Driving these gravel roads, that go nowhere, leaves an indescribable big empty of attrition in my chest. It was here where the plow horses my great uncle once drove, stomped their hooves in the mud and snarled against their leather harnesses. When I was young, I couldn’t imagine it being changed and now it is my history.
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