The Chicago Stockyards
The tracks long abandoned now
weeds growing between their rails
tracks that once brought sheep and cows
thousands of workers with lunch pails
The stockyards closed 'bout seventy-one
technology spelling their doom
Buried beneath those acres of grounds
stories of blood and guts and passions bloomed
A spectacle they were to see
Their niche in history sure to be
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2021
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