Youngstown Sunset

In Youngstown, we're somewhere between steel industry and new beginning. Roots run deep as the valley, as history and little else is forgotten; ominous smoke still blows from the stacks at the last mill in Brier Hill off the Hagan. Blackbirds fly North, circles come full, seasons change, and so do our cities. Leaves fall on puddles of rusty water with reflections...of our grandfathers. Trees and shells, we hope for well, while watching the sun set on Old Youngstown.