Driving through a small town,

Only a few miles wide.

The view of the mountain top, extravagant,

The Victorian houses, astounding.

The dirt roads stretch for as far as the eye can see,

Only one gas station.

Locals are as friendly as they come,

Stories of this place found everywhere.

Nature has been pushed back,

Dirt roads turn to paved.

Places of employment are abundant,

New houses replace the old.

Different people reside, attitudes change,

Stories fading into lies and myths.

Turning a few miles into an interstate,

What was once a small town, now a city.