The Thompson Building Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The first thought was arson…not a candle stick
Nothing left but an empty shell of old hot brick
An early morning blaze destroyed the interior
Many people think the prime motive was ulterior

The landmark smolders on its charred foundation
Local historians had high hopes for its preservation
Approval had been given…restoration had begun
Is it a lost cause…can the damages be undone...

It is a shame to see the Civil War barracks built in 1861..
standing as a skeleton …what an eyesore it has become
The roofless structure is open to the cloud filled sky
Has the past died in the flames…or can it be revived

A few are still contemplating that work will continue
Creating loft apartments and businesses to generate revenue
Still planning to rebuild and restore history for the future
Can stubbornness repair dreams with revitalizing sutures?

9/26/09