Once a quiet country road,
Has grown to a shopping mall.
Anything your heart desires,
Those stores have it all.
But, a small family plot,
Set next to pavement.
Stands by undisturbed.
Where their 10 graves went.
They were all members,
Of the Chevy Chase clan.
Some women and children,
And a couple of men.
Early, 1800s circa,
Their small resting place.
One can only imagine,
The harsh lives that they faced.
But, stories are told.
Of a family undaunted.
In a nearby furniture store.
Maybe the family haunted?
There’s aged 29, Adeline.
Sarah with no date.
Dearborn, aged 37
At 56, was William’s fate.
The other remaining stones,
Names faded, go unread.
Set alongside the others,
In their small death beds.
Store employees report,
Lights on and off on their own.
And, a lamp on a table,
Smashed up from being thrown.
The store electric doors,
Opening suddenly.
I don’t think I’d work there.
I’m just saying, just me.
But, I’d like to think.
A happy family, I do.
Are they perusing the stores?
Trying on pairs of shoes?
Or helping themselves.
To the restaurant food.
Maybe leaving a tip?
If they thought it tasted good?
But progress, is progress.
Even in death, so profound.
Is the Chase family happy?
Or not taking this lying down.
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Author:
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Great write
Thanks Tony36!
Welcome
Excellent writebelight..
Very well done..
Thanks so much. I found this site and was amazed of the history. It is in Seabrook, NH.
Genius inspiration for your poem. Nice rhymes. The last line "not taking this lying down" was funny. You did an excellent job!
Thanks so very much. When I saw this, I felt it needed a poem. I was amazed about the haunting stories. And, that line felt perfect...:)
What a neat poem about a unique place.
I guess we should be glad for the historical commissions in East. And, Hey Augustus! hope you're feeling good! Always look forward to you chiming in👍
Some days I have more energy than others. I'm working on a few poems now. When I was younger a poem would almost write itself when I came up with an idea. Now, more thought is required. They are not as spontaneous. I also let them sit for a few days and often have to rewrite.
I am making a wish right now that you have bundles of energy to use whenever you want! You are a great writer. Regarding what you say about more thought, if you think of it, that is the best way to write. Go back and read it again after an hour or until the next day. Your work, Augustus, is what I think of as true poetry. I like light verse and humor, but I do admire the deep thinkers like you. Quality not quantity in writing, unless you write for a newspaper. The editors want something every day for the page, and then you are stuck looking at it with no chance to rewrite. Be patient with yourself and write about what you are going through. You will be a great help to all understand this chapter in your life....:)
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