The Demise of Hotel Upson

Thick cloudy sky filled with tears__woe
Crying at the swiftly passing era
No more old generation__new day
The passage into a modern time

A time all its own with difference
Whole set of problems separates it
From times that have gone by but yet__same
History tends to repeat itself

Demise of Hotel Upson brought thought
A time of reflection to many
To some joy that ugly eye sore__gone
Others landmark history removed

Today in America there is 
A church or more on every street
Evil, lawlessnes, drugs on the beats
Gangs, violence, road rage, and much more

It seems times like when the Hotel raised
Back in Nineteen twenty eight are gone 
A simple time when families, friends
Was an important part of the plan

That hotel was built solid and strong
Built to withstand the test of hard times
Who would have thought its hey-day would end
With a track-hoe beating its walls in

Its architecture was a simple 
Design Georgian Revival Style of
Red brick trimmed in limestone best in day
Had a ballroom, elevators, air

No matter it is no longer there
Gone forever to C&D landfill
No even sold to reuse the parts
That made it the best in its day__gone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Chachere Avatar
May 7, 2010 at 7:22 PM
old buildings, or even newer ones that are of great importance to us in some way, are so much more powerful than they already are when they are gone. i think thats how it is with many things, aside from the significance buldings. -Always&Forever Lynette
Knop Avatar
May 4, 2010 at 3:42 PM
So sad, I understand well your emotions. It is a pain to see how old buildings are pulled down or falling into ruins - like a lot here in Zittau! In my street is an abandoned hose from 1748 which is slowly falling into ruins! So true and nicely penned, Sara..Thanks for sharing and thank you for your comments...Gert
Dufresne Avatar
May 4, 2010 at 1:33 AM
very very well done Sara. The same could be said of many such old buildings in time and eras. You captured the essence of it all masterfully in my opinion. Great job.-Robert
Falotico Avatar
May 3, 2010 at 3:06 PM
very good write again Sara!! In my temptation poem, just playing with words.. ot your attention though..
Sweetheart Avatar
May 3, 2010 at 2:27 PM
Great expressions in your write Sara and so informative too.. don't know if we have any sights like this in N.J. but I image if I researched I could find some history ... with luv... from the "Sweetheart"
Devonshire Avatar
May 3, 2010 at 11:24 AM
You have me feeling like the "C&D landfill," Sara. That's where CD stores the memories of these magnificent old structures. Historic preservation efforts are not always successful and I hate to see places like the one you describe disappear. Great poem! Love, Carolyn
Richards Avatar
May 3, 2010 at 7:49 AM
A landmark like this exists in every town and city, it seems...some are saved and some are lost. Such a pity, we can't save them ...it is so worth it. In our small town, a huge clocktower was lost to fire in the 80's.. it was the cornerstone icon of our town. Due to perserverence, time and dedication...a replica shines as the star once again on Main Street. Nicely written, Sara!
Trusty Avatar
May 3, 2010 at 7:39 AM
Sara, this was well done. I particularly liked it when you separated phrases as in:gone by but yet_same, eye sore_gone, old generation_new day, best in its day_gone! Since I restore furniture I also noted "reuse the parts". Tell me what is going in its' place, a parking deck? LOV'd the piece JT
A   Avatar
May 3, 2010 at 5:37 AM
nicely done Sara, remarkable write,..p.d.
Culverhouse Avatar
May 3, 2010 at 5:34 AM
good one--Yes Ashley came home. She knows how to time it just right to jump in the car and ride. It was raining so hard I could barely see. Stay dry. We saw the people sitting in chairs on the square Saturday watching the hotel go to rubble. It is amazing how fast it can go down.
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