Hopewell Church Road

I drove a ways, as I am wont to do
I ended up way out Hopewell Church Road
Past where the mill trucks used to pass on through
And where the fresh logs are still being towed

To an abandoned motor court sans cheer
With boarded windows – dried out as a bone;
Once people wanted to draw tourists here
But now it glowers, empty and alone

The church is here: it is just down the way –
The hope left years ago, and won’t be back:
Another dead end dream of yesterday,
No thing now ever stirs
This cul-de-sac

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