Hometown Slash-n-BurnA Poem by CourtneyDoze the feed store, Build a bank with a drive through. Grain silos ornamented, the town a Christmas tree. It will be chopped down too. Pave the roads, Builders feast on our crops. Once a cow pasture, now a cross of two highways, with a four way stop. Remodel the buildings, Pour the concrete. The farmers throw up their hands. A year of hard work, now trampled by feet. Rural to urban, The profit hides the sin. Big business robs a hometown. Aimless citizens lost, in the town they grew up in. © 2008 Courtney |
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1 Review Added on December 29, 2008 AuthorCourtneyDallas (for now), TXAboutI graduate from college with a degree in creative writing in a week, and after saving some money, I'm planning to move to New York to see what it's like. If the publishing world or an extremely large.. more..Writing
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