Ghost Town Of Old Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Society far away from where I'm at right now, children
have gone back to school and the village is looking
like a ghost town of old.

Rhapsodies of life hang about in the air, rhythms coming
into my mind from songs remembered from when I was just
a child watching cowboy and Indian movies.

Looking back, then looking around, seeing things shown
back then in those old movies, building excitement and
feeling the thrill of being in the west back in the day.

Giving me a feeling of anticipation of what today will
look like someday in the far future, will space age
conquer what we now have.

Our modern cities with many amenities being the past
villages we used to live in someday, just like the quiet
atmosphere of Pioneer Village.