Old small towns are silently disappearing It's nice to know a few have still survived...

The Old Courthouse In Yates Centre

Young lovers sitting on a wrought iron bench
In front of those old courthouse eyes
Arms around each other lovingly
Making memories with deep sighs

These old iron benches could tell a story
A county history of romance lives here
Witnessed by that old building of buffalo brick
Those old windows seem to blatantly stare

Some say the iron in those old benches
Was meant for cannons for the Southern cause
Some even say General Lee once sat there
When he decided to stop and take a pause

The wooden slats now worn butt smooth
The rust must be scraped away each year
Each spring another coat of coal black paint
Is painted on with loving care

The towering trees provide the shade
Against the Kansas sun at noon
In the night they frame the stars that
Compliment a Kansas harvest moon

Small town lives on in Yates Center
It’s courthouse a symbol of its charm
I hope the Lord will always protect it
Keep it always safe from harm.