Unnatural sounds rise in the night
The twisting of metal on metal
Like nails on a chalkboard
Large chunks of concrete
Torn apart, falling to their demise
Crushing, scraping
Ugly sounds
Telling the story
Of many others
Gone down
A piece of history
Too quickly
Being replaced by
Empty, meaningless forms
Looming, threatening
Taking over
Much too rapidly
Sqeezing in on all sides
While the people sleep
Hypnotized by
Money
Promises
Ignorance
Lack of vision
Not realizing
One day
They will awake
To find it all gone
This place they called home

Feeling overwhelved
This story we must tell
Before it’s too late
And the Grove meets its fate
We cannot just sit by
While time flies
Look past tomorrow
We got no time to borrow
If we stall
It will all fall
And the West Grove story
Will just be history

http://www.miamisunpost.com/MNB04040709.htm

Posted on April 3rd, 2008 by Laurie Cook
Filed under: News