WICKLIFFE KENTUCKY

Abreviated history of my dying hometown

Like a small scrub on an old-growth hillside
Or a small puddle right beside a lake
Kind of like a perch for an old worn-out magpie
Or in the center of a flock of hens, one drake

That's kind of what my hometown seems
Forever changing but still easily overlooked
A place that once prospered between the streams
Is now barely an intersection with traffic overbooked

Nestled on the Western tip of the Bluegrass State
Just twenty miles from Monkey's Eyebrow, due South
On the bank of the Mississippi, below the Confluence Strait
My town stands watch over the Ohio's Mouth

Wickliffe is the name of this small town
With roots anchored deep in history
One of the more notable is a huge Indian Mound
What happened to those natives is still a mystery.

And one General Clark during the Revolutionary War
Did build a Fort on the tallest hill
To keep watch over British Raids and more
But Ft. Jefferson fell to the Chickasaw's will.

Wickliffe's stories are intriguing and call to be heard
The rich heritage we can all be proud
But today she seems to fade, without even a word
As if an old soul passing on, beside a rushing crowd.

by David Dwain Dowdy
10/03/2019