Dropping By the Old Oval
Yellowing years long have dashed
and sprinted round and round
and round our town's old oval,
it is now abandoned, gone under
to grass, a site forlorn, forsaken,
eerie even for the bravest local;
some say on some drizzle-darkened
nights, what used to be the race
track seems to visibly tremble
with high-pitched cheers and raucous
jubilations for races closely fought,
for fortunes so fleeting, so fickle;
screams surging from a non-existent
crowd echo distant, yet distinct
in the seeing ear of the mind
of one just dropping by who has
been absent for so long from
a neighborhood left far behind.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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