Thursday, December 22, 2016

Shadows Over Ghostville:

Post by AquarianM on Apr 24, 2004 at 2:29pm
Shadows Over Ghostville:

It's just a small town,
Little shops and so they say nothing much to do,
It's just home where all my childhood memories are,
Only the place where my grandparents lie at rest,
And their parents maybe,
Or uncles or cousins or well you get the picture sort of,
You know the place with all the vacant factories,
Closed or for sale signs on businesses and houses all over town,
Where cars are a little older and rustier and kept longer,
Where a lot of dreams are dying,
As another factory moves overseas,
They never see it in the big city because there's too much to see,
The inertia of a giant is a sort of security blanket,
But when you live through it in a small town,
See the ghosting of America first hand,
Know that you'll read an obituary the same day there's a "help wanted" column,
Watch people move away because they have to,
Watch schools that sit empty as rust gathers on the still swings,
Only hear the creaking of an old merry-go-round when it's windy,
Is that when you start wishing you could do something,
Or is it when you first read the sign,
"Welcome to Ghostville USA,
Population in geometric regression."


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 04/24/2004

Author's Comments:
It's time to shed light on the shadows and do something about this issue.