ON THE CORNER OF PROGRESS AND THE PAST
CF Cook
copywrite 2001
Sitting under the elm that still stands on what was a show place farm.
I watch the traffic race past, am I the only one who fears future's harm?
This piece of fertile ground lays hollow, a pasture laid to rest.
The farmhouse already gone, nothing lives here, nothing comes to nest.
Last week I watched a squirrel forage for food, now it rests permanently on the road.
Just run it down one more time. No one stops to move it, no one could be so bold.
The progress is spreading from across the road, a gas station and car wash have sprouted up.
Land that grows is not worth land that is paved, we cannot stop progress we'll go belly-up.
The farmhouse next door is vacant and waiting to be sold.
I am not sure if I want to see the rest of progress unfold.
Be always safe,
Karen