I sat and watched
the gigglemug people bustling by
vendors waiting tentatively with tables of luscious fruits
children dancing as a band played on my front steps
so much has changed,
I watched
as my bricks went from red to rust
as buggies turned to cars
as the gold left the ground
as the rush slowed and young eyes grew old
eight generations come and go,
building and changing all that I knew
bright new ideas come to me with
eyes eager to present new plans
often turned away by the daddles of those
that have spent more time here
but none, longer than me
I watched
as this town build from dust
and I will watch
until I am nothing but rust