The place is serene. Small town. Sweet Folks. Between the Races for Mayor Supreme |
Ballad of a Small Town Election In fair Quilcene town where I vote The trees still line the lanes My town still wears its leafy coat Streets flood in the heavy rains I sing my song for I know my heart Though my vote this day may tear us apart Candidates for Mayor serenade Tense crowds with sweet refrains Sincere promises are lemonade For dancers casting off their pains They sing our song for they know our heart But they don't know the future is to tear us apart Election day trots through town a horse Unbridled mare no soul detains Ballots cast spells that with remorse Elect a man with the lesser stains He sings our song for he knows our heart But he don't know he's the future to tear us apart Quilcene mayor your name be just Town folks’ caustic refrains Leafy coated streets turn to dust Where fresh snows clog the lanes You sing our song for you know our heart But you don't know your the future to tear us apart Goodnight now Mayor of fair Quilcene Four years with no reflection Gone now my fair towns’ life serene To curse your re-election We'll sing our song for we know our heart But we don't know the future will tear us apart A Poem In Ballad Form 30 Lines |