Our little town was built
By clay and bricks mined
From men like my great-
Grandfathers who wore
Their fingers to the bone

They thrived for years
Until the need for fire
Brick was no longer a
Necessity as it once was

One by one the furnaces
And brickyards closed
Buildings left to rot and
Return again to nature 

The past of this place  is
Long forgotten, except 
For the few of us who
Know that this place
Was built literally 
Brick by brick