There was a day, you know,
when everyone congreagted
at the old lumber yard,
along the state highway.
Farmers caem here to
buy wood paneling for the sheds
and for the house when honey-do
season rolled arou8nd in the winter.
There were twonsfolk too,
but the twon wasn't much of one,
Whatevery you needed around
the house was all here,
paint, plywood, stain and nails
to put it all together.
The smell of sawdust
and a cup of coffee
and farmers swapping stories
over nutty bars and candy bars.
Now, the building goes to seed,
trees overtake the sales floor,
and weeds overgrow the sheds
where lumber was once neatly stacked.
The ranch house front is falling down,
the windows are almost gone.
Leaving only the ghosts and
Once upon a time,
there was life here.