On The Way To Georgian Bay Poem by Francie Lynch

On The Way To Georgian Bay



The familiar small towns,
On the way
To Georgian Bay,
Have gone;
Box store intersections sprawl
Where General Stores once served.
It's hard to find pie and coffee,
To watch the cows come from the barn,
Or comment on the standing corn,
On a late September morn.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: progress,travelling
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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