by Terri | April 25, 2018
Poetry Contest 2018
MMY HOMETOWNMy hometown has turned off the lights, rolled up its roads, and shut all its doors.The hardware store where old Mr. Jones use to sit is no more.The school that once was full of children and laughter is cold and full of mold.I mourn the loss of my hometown, the place that I call home.All that remains is the bank, and the post office, open only from noon to four.
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