Ode' To the Post Office

The thatch up higher on the P. O. roof a touch of home as not aloof! I estimate my grain of salt not of default what e'er is left within the vault! The stamp, still cheap for all the business worth, a sentinel of giving Govee's own gloved reserve! We lose it so, and then deny our griping was the reason not defy our simple freedom, mails reply! I bartered not the choice my family moved but first had voice and still conserved, the mailed invoice! The railroad stood as gain, once here the building same ~ not premature an older statute would endure but P. O.'s regulations pure! So, if and when, the P. O.'s bust this small town's future needing . . . . just a line or two ~ can still amuse ~ will sure seem empty ~ a recluse! Note : So Many small towns, losing their little collection stations. Seemed like a composite of fortune ~ just that small letter, or personal note. Even an unpaid bill at least got to you, to your own hands. With the composite of money handlers savings are being trafficked into so many schemes. I loved those old buildings, and the friendly tellers, from down home. They made America dignified!