A short prose piece about an abandonded mine in my area.
Where there is man, there is innovation, and where there is innovation there is progression. It is with man’s clever mind and diligent effort that great change can be brought about. Even in the technological power of the world today, the remnants of what preceded it are littered around, hidden by a natural veil. These prerequisites for the world today stand as forgotten relics, the once true driving force behind early nations.
Following along a back road, lined along both sides with tall oaks, it may be difficult to discover the place that fueled the local towns and the majority of Sussex County for that matter. However, upon nearing a sharp bend, the sight of a weathered and warped chain link fence adjacent to a broken monument of stone will come into view. Examining the monument, the top had been broken off, its summit was chipped and lopsided as if cut haphazardly, reveals the creator of this place. A bronze likeness of Thomas Edison sitting in a chair along with a plaque detailing his contributions to the area was fastened onto the sorry memorial.
Following the trodden path that trails away from the stone structure, will lead to a vast open pit of sand and dust. Stay clear of the sand and instead stay on the path till yellow fades into brown pact dirt and once again the green of leaves and shrubbery form a fence along the sides. Don’t be dismayed, there is still an end yet. Continue along till a path diverges from the main trail, leaving a break in the lively foliage. Take that path and notice how the dirt is no longer pact and firm but now soft and pristine.
Slowly the old world will make it self known. Scattered along the shoulder of the trail are unrecognizable heaps of ivy wrapped metal flaked with rust like the scabs of an old wound. Don’t be deterred, merely admire these artifacts upon passing for the real treasure lays not to far ahead. A larger opening to the side will no doubt gain attention for it is a rather strange sight. Trees circle around a stone laden hole, whose bottom looks to be covered with a thin filmy layer of blue water. If so compelled to stop, do so, but take care not to overstep the edges of this sinkhole. It merely stands as a sign for what lies ahead, so when you get your fill just continue on.
After a few more minutes of travel, the jagged and pale face of a mountain’s side will come into view from behind hanging branches and stringy vines. Search along the cold rock face and a queer opening can be found. An opening cut out of the mountain’s side, no more than five feet high and four feet across, stands as the doorway to the world that was. A ladder of wooden make stands in the opening, it’s rounded rungs whittled and broken.
Now do be careful not to take a glimpse down where the ladder leads, for it may be too alluring to negate. Curiosity will be piqued, and no use in saying who curiosity killed, for you’ll be next if advice is not followed. Just be complacent in knowing what is hidden beneath that dark shroud that only light can break. What is hidden? Well, a mine shaft is all, a simple mine shaft that had felt the trample of men’s feet and seen the countless loads of copper and precious minerals that fueled the industry of the world around it. Now it may seem simple and insignificant, only a hole in the ground, yet this mine was much more than that. It was the pillar of industry, a once shining example of what man is capable of. However if this relic is merely a hole hidden amidst nature, what will the present world be in a hundred years from now? Easy. Just a hole in the ground.



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