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