The one I grew
up in...
No longer can be
recognized,
As it twists in
the wind.
Those who
explored and mapped this place,
Must be in state
of shock...
As they watch
from heavenly home,
View what
progress has wrought.
We came,
we saw, we overcome,
Each obstacle we
faced...
For challenge
was what spurred us on,
The tool of
human race.
Alas the
progress that we made,
Has come with
tragic price...
For crime and
greed have overcome,
The place that
once was nice.
Like clothes put
through a wringer,
Pinned to a line
to dry...
Left there to
turn, twist in the wind,
Until last gasp
and sigh.
© 10/24/11
Loree
(Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing
is: Jesus Remembered Me
