The years have taken their toll; on the house, crumbled down
Weatherin’ nor-easter’s heave, and hoar-frost, stricken ground;
Good men mustered at once, as Countrymen loyal,
Mason and mortar their will; with stone, SOWN from the soil
It mocks reclaimed Pine Box, with a Cumulus ROOF,
Cozens New Saxon Temper: The People STAND ALOOF!
Watch the kids
Come to school
Desperate to fit in--
Pass the roll call--
Abandon the playground
Just over the wall
I heard the trains humming
In the depot of the Italian North End
And remember Winter wind & Summer sun
On my bare skin.
I was the victim of a small-town joke:
***** as folk.
But, there were moments of gold:
In early adulthood,
In a then untouched wood
There and beyond, they built
According to the New Deal’s plan
A place to witness team sports,
On a grandstand.
Copyright © jamie brolin | Year Posted 2017