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. .