I'm a little slow today. I just switched to Sanka. So...have a heart?

Friday, May 19, 2006

Columbia's Testimonial - a Poem.

Another fine piece of prose by yours Truly, bemoaning time's tarnishment of my winding-cul de sac'd motherland...

O, Columbia!

Thou wer'st my formative years, nestled
centrally in HOCOMD. In Clary's
Forest, Hickory Ridge, I grew and
blossom'd, exercise'd by thy Athletic
Club(s), educated by thy Swansfield,
Harper's Choice, and Wilde Lake

When upon 15 I turned, in thy Mall's now
defunct food court, I worked, and after
at the now-defunct Ricciuti's. To and
from home, I rode thy bikepaths. In thy
fields and parks, I drank after dark,
pursue'd by the HoCoPoPo.

O, Columbia! Where'st go thy trees?!
Fallen soldiers to a war thou art losing;
with thy overinflated land prices, Tree
City, 1988, lost to the developers'
Caterpillars and "gated communities."
Governor Warfield, no longer shaded
from the beating sun; traffic increasing;
Merriweather Closing -- or closed in.
School Board scandals and declining
frog populations.

Gone are the days when Route 108
was in the country, and Skateland's
lights flickered, when grass length
fueled neighbors' quarrels


Blogger Mike said...

A haiku:

With your people tree so high
We should eat at Clyde's.

Thank you.

5:34 PM


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