This highway phenomenon was no apparition.
It was there in my morning to and my evening fro,
Forty miles from nowhere in the prairie grass.
It lie there like some fallen space craft
Downed by cultural progress, and shamed by the
Worthless weathered outhouse.
Dakota winds blew the golden grass
Arcing its improper placement like a frame,
Guilded, and further emphasizing the awkward
Accomodation of this once nobel pinnacle.
This proud attribute, like its builders, has fallen,
And as they, become the epitome of Lent.
"Memento homo, wuia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris"
Willo Boe
2 comments:
It was the old Ludlow Lutheran Church. One year my mother was very ill in the Bowman Hospital and it traveled back and forth from Buffalo, passing the sad sight. It was probably in the '80s.
Oh, shoot. IT didn't travel anywhere. I did.
Post a Comment