A Lack of Appreciation

A Lack of Appreciation

By Elton Camp

It was on a cold 1940 September morn 
That in a big, brick building I was born

I must admit, for I know it to be true,
My father never gave the payment due

Yet, to that place, a privilege it should be
To have born there one as illustrious as me

In later years, when in town, I drove by
Just to tell the place of my birth, “Hi”

But finally there came to be the awful day
I passed to find that they had torn it away

To flippantly demolish a historical place
Seems to me to be shameful & a disgrace

At the very least, how could they dare
Not to place a historical marker out there

“In this place was born a scrawny scamp
Who grew up to be known as Elton Camp
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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