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A
town once washed by bright sunrays
suddenly got washed away,
could not
withstand the wind and waves
its memory is all that's saved
Indianola
was its name
how sweet the sound, how great its fame
poor immigrants from
all lands came
some made it safe, some died in vain
A town that prospered,
port o'call
drew people to it, one and all
its promise rising, bright and
tall
who knew disaster would befall
For in the year, 1875
in darkened
sky, a storm arrived
and sunk the town, and thus it seems
along with it,
so all its dreams
Now where it was, only a beach
just toppled tombstones
left to teach,
the lesson learned, conceived in pain
beware the path of
hurricanes
For nature is too tall for each
no seawall made that can't
be breached,
all we can do is step aside
let hope arise from ebbing tides
Oh
treacherous sea, oh howling wind
we hope you never come again,
so many dreams
you set adrift
yet freedom's dream, we still have left
Although fair
Indianola died
the call of freedom still applies,
despite the storms in
all our lives
the idea remains, somehow survives.
© d.knape
February 19, 2013
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"Once Upon A Line" - Light verse and poetry by d.knape
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