They built this long ago when
Hopes were high for better
Tomorrows that stretched like
Ribbons across miles of
Woods and prairies unbroken by
Even train tracks, let alone
Highways that now bring people like
Me out here to see how all of this has
Been preserved and to read the
Plaques telling me that
They built this long ago
But where some see only
Signs of backwards yesterdays
Best forgotten, I see rather
That the only true and lasting
Unity in this world is the
Unity of the
Hopeful
Hear, hear.
(I read your poems aloud to my boys for many reasons. Littler J’s on my lap, listening raptly, even if he doesn’t currently understand most of what I’m reading.)
That is incredibly ideal, since I don’t always understand what I am writing, either.
LOL! Thank you for that. 🙂
This is stunningly beautiful my friend