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My Home Town

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Elizabeth Santos
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0 posted 04-16-2000 11:01 PM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

My Home Town

This is where I’ve always lived
I call it my home town
I know the sreets and corners
Inside out and upside down

Some things haven’t changed at all
Since I was only four
The neighborhood where I grew up
Still lined with sycamore

I’ve heard the same old stories told
From times with different ways
I feel sometimes as though I lived
Back in those early days

They tell of high society
About the rich and poor
The run down tenaments of today
Housed the elite before

Then there was old Doc Porter
So well loved in this place
Wherever Doc would enter
Everybody knew his face

He was a man of medicine
Who bought up half the town
So rich he was that no one
Ever brought Doc Porter down

Well over six feet tall he was
And walked with tilted limp
When Doc strolled down the street
Far off, you knew that it was him

He gave to every charity
Attended every ball
And spoke with great compassion
And respect and love for all

One day the Ku Klux Clan came in
To march the main street’s length
Doc said don’t pay no heed to them
Those men of little strength

But everyone showed up that day
Out of curiosity
Except Doc Porter who said the Clan
Was a sight he’d never see

So march they did that summer day
Right down the avenue
And all was silent along the way
When they came into view

In sheets of white they only showed
Convictions from within
Then Crazy Mary yelled out loud
“Hey Doc, How have ya been!”

They called her Crazy Mary
Cause she pushed a coach around
They said that she once lost a baby
Now picked garbage off the ground

No one ever paid attention
To anything that Mary said
Till she yelled out that summer day
And everybody turned their head

Sure enough, among the Clan
Was a familiar form ‘bout six feet tall
Walking with a tilted limp
Towering above them all

Aside from Crazy Mary no one
Recognized him in that gown
So rich he was that no one ever
Brought Doc Porter down

Elizabeth Santos






[This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (edited 04-27-2000).]
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Christopher
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1 posted 04-16-2000 11:53 PM       View Profile for Christopher   Email Christopher   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Christopher

Wow! Now this is an interesting tale! Liked it much with an easy flow and twists and turns!
Elizabeth Santos
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2 posted 04-17-2000 12:31 AM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

Thanks, Christopher, a little tale based on fact
Liz
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3 posted 04-17-2000 02:26 AM       View Profile for Marge Tindal   Email Marge Tindal   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Marge Tindal's Home Page   View IP for Marge Tindal

Very interesting, Lizzie~
Told with a lilting line that
held me spellbound.
You're quite the storyteller.
~*Marge*~


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Seymour Tabin
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4 posted 04-17-2000 08:51 AM       View Profile for Seymour Tabin   Email Seymour Tabin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Seymour Tabin

Elizabeth,
Done in your usual style, excellent. Love Sy
LindaMac
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5 posted 04-17-2000 10:40 AM       View Profile for LindaMac   Email LindaMac   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for LindaMac

Great story, great style. Loved it!

 Linda
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6 posted 04-17-2000 09:19 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

What a wonderful story, Liz---I think you just brought Doc Porter down...and it's about time.
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7 posted 04-17-2000 09:42 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

Well told, Elizabeth!

Denise
lucky
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8 posted 04-18-2000 03:26 PM       View Profile for lucky   Email lucky   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for lucky

I'm always so touched by your work. Nice warm flow. It's to bad I was born in the Ozarks in Missouri and know the tale to well.

Very well said...



[This message has been edited by lucky (edited 05-15-2000).]
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9 posted 04-18-2000 05:06 PM       View Profile for Mike   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mike

Excellent poem.  A true pleasure to read and enjoy.
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10 posted 04-18-2000 06:56 PM       View Profile for LoveBug   Email LoveBug   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for LoveBug

Liz, this is a great story... I love the way you tell it. It just goes to show you that you very seldomly actually KNOW anyone...

 "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde
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11 posted 04-26-2000 01:55 PM       View Profile for ESP   Email ESP   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for ESP

I hope I don't get into too much trouble digging up poetry past!! You had me wrapped around your little finger with one...compelling reading, and like Lovebug said, you never really KNOW anyone. Very clever poem...based on fact too....that makes it even more..er..clever? Ok, lemme shut up now!

Love and hugs,
Lizzie


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12 posted 04-26-2000 09:36 PM       View Profile for Cerenity   Email Cerenity   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Cerenity

Hi Liz,

This was wonderful I really enjoyed it, thank you for sharing,

Love  Cerenity
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13 posted 05-26-2000 07:22 PM       View Profile for lucky   Email lucky   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for lucky

Hello Liz,

Just wanted to drop a line and say how the home town is gone... The few pictures we have left are all that remains. Mom, bless her heart... did all that for me... Now there's just my tears and some apartment complex trying to take there place.

Love @ Prayers
Dale


 If I could paint a portrait, of this life in which I've led, and somehow sketch a story, of the visions in my head, I'd start out with a canvas, stretched tightly in a frame, and in the bottom corner, I'd leave room to sign my name. (Michelle A. Bartley)
 
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