Into the quarry, rocks cascade -
but mining here has numbered days,
if the county plan gets its way.
The pit will merge with a preserve,
leaving forest sounds undisturbed.
Birdsong, crickets, and flowing creek
make the music that hikers seek.
Poems by Jason M. Harlow
Into the quarry, rocks cascade -
but mining here has numbered days,
if the county plan gets its way.
The pit will merge with a preserve,
leaving forest sounds undisturbed.
Birdsong, crickets, and flowing creek
make the music that hikers seek.
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