Our Town's Oval
Years have long dashed and sprinted
Round and round our town's old oval
Now abandoned, gone under to grass
An eerie site even for the bravest local
Some say on drizzle-darkened nights
The racetrack does visibly tremble
With cheers and raucous jubilations
Races fought by the fast and the nimble
Screams surge from a non-existent crowd
Echo distant yet distinct in the mind
Of one who has long been absent
From a neighborhood left so far behind.
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Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2011
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