
Vanishing prairie hangs on
Isolated town foregone
Time long ago, grand premiere
History fading each year
Showing up on highway map
Road’s wide spot, taking a nap
Middle of farming country
Seldom find even one tree
Boarded-up wood-frame schoolhouse
Empty, forgotten courthouse
No longer town’s pride and joy
Critters, varmints now employ
Railroad track hides in tall grass
Recalling past trains, first-class
Grain elevator hanging on
Memories live, town’s swan song
Single street light standing guard
Night’s shadows, lasting vanguard
Yesteryear’s grandest of homes
Mystery for Sherlock Holmes
Faded sign for Ruth’s Café
Long absent dinner entrees
Movie theater shuttered
Smelling fresh popcorn, buttered
Few remember town’s past times
Hearing nature’s windy chimes
Past glory days, now long gone
Dim sunset, well past its dawn

During my teaching career, I taught 25 years in the eastern prairie country of Montana. Today, many small farming communities struggle for survival while others such as the one in this poem live on only as memories.
