Small Town

This poem was inspired by the city in which I live. It’s no longer a very small town, but it had a humble beginning. I am also linking this poem to DVerse.

This was a small town,

With orange groves

And oil derricks,

With unpaved roads

And wide open spaces,

I’d imagine neighbors

Gave each other

Cups of sugar.


All this happened

Before I was born.


Today the old high school

Is a Super-Target,

The new high school has

Run to the top of a hill.

I don’t see oil derricks

Or orange groves anymore.

The spaces have shrunk,

Widening the gulf

Between people.

The clean dirt streets

Stretch on only in memories.

10 thoughts on “Small Town

  1. Those Derrick and orange groves sound like So. Cal. I sure hate it when the old landmarks disappear. Progress just doesn’t appreciate the beauty of history. Sorry to hear


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