April 9, 2009 (I was 64)
The place I lived was less significant
than those in books and movies
The surrounding forest was not Sherwood
The mines held iron not gold or diamonds
Lake sand beaches were narrow the water cold
no tropical palms nor pounding surf
The crops were corn and potatoes
The shops were small the merchandise modest
The library had stereoscopic pictures that proved history
was three dimensional and black and white
The movie theater had a single aisle
but it became a yellow brick road
A single path in the church but no wizard there
The post office smelled of lost correspondence
Posters Wanted crooks for city crimes
None of the trains carried passengers
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