Peering Down Historic Halls
Hopin’,
wishin’
Washin’,
copin’,
Hauling
in the coal,
Rolling
in the dough,
Having
none at all,
The
car constantly stalls,
Where
are these places?
Who
are these people?
A
steeple here,
A
grave yet again,
Sifting
through,
Backyard,
front yards, graveyards,
Wondering
what is ours?
Frustration
sets in,
Themes
of cars, wars, and coal,
Versus
professors, ministers, and some on the dole,
A
shoe cobbler, banker, a doctor, and pharmacist,
Pop
up too in our midst,
Yet
we all look
A
lot alike
Peering
down that long
Hall
of history
For
my little tyke
I
wade through
Try
to sew or glue
It
all back together
So
that he can
Know
it better
And
tell the next generation
Or
two
Dr. M.C. Walton |
2 comments:
Fabulous! I love this.
Thanks so much! No one ever leaves me comments. :)
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