Hello readers! Here is a short little poem I wrote in response to changes in the small town in which I live. It seems that everywhere I look beloved businesses are closing and everyone I know is moving away. Church attendances are dwindling and some are in danger of having too little members. No one seems to understand that the town we all love is dying, but I do. This is my response,

In September’s Cold Wake I lose myself.

I watch as the things around me change,

those sad little changes as it always goes.

Sometimes it is good change, but most times we lose the things we loved. We lose the ones we loved.

Sometimes I ask myself if things could be different but I always get the same answer.

When you live in a small town, how can you expect anything new? How can you expect the most beloved businesses not to close?

In September’s cold wake we ask ourselves where we went wrong. We ask ourselves what we could have done differently. The answer is nothing.