Night Poem, August 8, 2016

Summer Afternoon in a Mountain Town


The red brick buildings on main street

A few of them three stories tall

They’ve been there since before the Civil War

And still carry the look of the time

The masonry is intricate, these men were skilled

And the walls they built show an effort at distinction.

Who carried the bricks to this out-of-the-way place

In the days before trucks and highways?

Now the shops are cash for gold

Once they were banks and dry goods

Men worked here, made livings, built homes, raised families

Who are these people inside them now?

In that old day the railroad was still working

Carrying out timber, carrying back lumber

Carrying men and women east and west

On an afternoon such as this one

A hundred years ago

Bankers and merchants took blue-plate specials at the hotel

Fourteen cents each

Then cigars and a counting of the day’s receipts

And a walk home


copyright 2016

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