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My Home Town
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My Home Town |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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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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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Wow! Now this is an interesting tale! Liked it much with an easy flow and twists and turns! |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Thanks, Christopher, a little tale based on fact Liz |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Very interesting, Lizzie~ Told with a lilting line that held me spellbound. You're quite the storyteller. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Elizabeth, Done in your usual style, excellent. Love Sy |
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LindaMac Junior Member
since 2000-04-16
Posts 23Houston, Texas, USA |
Great story, great style. Loved it! Linda |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
What a wonderful story, Liz---I think you just brought Doc Porter down...and it's about time. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Well told, Elizabeth! Denise |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
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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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Excellent poem. A true pleasure to read and enjoy. |
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LoveBug
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Member Elite
since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
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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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
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  "Poetry is the true expression of my soul, it is my ultimate means of communication. It is my rainbow of delight." |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi Liz, This was wonderful I really enjoyed it, thank you for sharing, Love Cerenity |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
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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