Ghost Town of Rockham

Like a dancer left in the HALL alone
By his Danceing Friends forgotten-
So i walked alone on the streets today,
In the lonely town of Rockham.

I saw the DRUG STORE, and the BANK;
I even found the door
Where DOCTOR SEEMAN had his office-
When I was young and poor!

Like a town seen through a broken pane-
Where had the buildings gone?
A bloodred Hollyhock bloomed in vain,
the empty streets, along!

I walked agian. Among the weeds-
Where PARSENS used to be-
And The “Suditorium” when I was young-
And the town was young, with me.

“The Rockham Record” “The Furniture Store”
The “Lumber Yard” that died-
Though the “HELLAVATORS” stand there yet-
The voiceless rails beside!

The “Mansion” with the PLATE GLASS DOOR,
That like a diamond shone-
The narrow windows of leaded glass-
In the Post Office wall…. alone.

It’s a little patch of prairie weeds-
Some rocks, and who may care?
Even the flock of SHEEP are gone-
That hibernated there.

Then an ANGEL came across the sky-
And walked a while with me-
And we were … kinda happy again….
WHERE ROCKHAM, USED TO BE.

Like FIDDLER, left alone,
Hid fiddeling days forgotten-
A fiddler walked the streets alone-
In the PRAIRIE TOWN OF ROCKHAM.