hitching posts for horses
lined up near the creek
old school house looming
from the top of the hill
looking down on us all
windows like eyes staring

old store that sells junk
and instruments, bluegrass
always blaring from inside
pizza place that has been
there since my own youth

the same old restaurant
with it’s worn counter
serving up burgers and
fries; just honk and they
will bring it right out
the whole place is one
big smoking section

train depot sitting stoic
in the middle of it all 
no trains run here now
it’s a museum that houses
bits and bats from locals
who have gone on to do
bigger and better things

there isn’t much here
hasn’t been for ages
someday I reckon it
will all be gone and 
closed up, but for now
this is still our town