"Another's Story"

Endless curbing on concrete catwalks,

line the roads of busy towns of small talk.

Miles of asphalt creep thru grassy knolls,

where once anothers story was told.

Of dirt road traffick by horses driven,

and country people were simply living.

Tilling their crops, sown in early spring,

ending their labors, on a front porch swing.

Families gathered near, from exhausted joy,

to share the rewards, of the lives they sowed.

The setting of sun greets the evening damp,

as the early heavens produce galatic romp.

Children stilled listening to grand dads tales,

how once from the homeland on a ship he sailed.

How he traveled months on a merchants vessel,

to come to the new world to work and settle.

How he dreamed of land where he'd build a home,

then herd some cattle and allow them roam.

Then he'd find him a wife and sire them son's,

and work with his hands till the setting sun.

Where once was the homeplace now a parking lot,

and where the barn once stood all the peoples shop.

The pasture land where horse and cattle roamed,

now subdivision filled with cookie cutter homes.

Endless curbing flanked by concrete sidewalks,

lines the pavement of busy towns of small talk.

Miles of asphalt stretch through grassy knolls

where once another's stories were told!

Written By: Barbara A. Carlan 8/27/2009