The Children play outside my door
Little girls screaming and giggling
Turning cartwheels and tumbling to the ground
Tourism is streaming by on the wheel through a dying town of life
At the old general store farmers used to drink and jest
Full of more gossip than the women they were hiding from
Full of more liquor than life
Here in Homestead cats are king
The cat scratches at my door, he glides up the stairway, and owns the easy chair.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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