Poem about a real place, a real tree on a real tower.
The old courthouse square was a gatherin’ place
Back in Greensburg when I was a kid.
Old men would wait there while wives went shopping
And children would do what kid’s did.
Problems were solved and religions were pondered
While farm chores were waiting back home.
The economy’s bad–I bet they could fix it
If they worked ‘neath the Capitol dome.
Now they’re getting antsy–it sure looks like rain.
Why do women take so long to shop?
One guy moves over just a bit on his bench;
City pigeons don’t care where they drop.
image via wikipedia
At last time has come to get back to the farm
As they curse the latenss of the hour.
They glance up at the clock and pay one last respect
To the old tree on the courthouse tower.
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