this city is not really a city
it is a port along side the indian river
unincorporated land that i call home
content in living here with my three dogs
except when the river gives off the putrid odor
that it is prone to do from time to time
i built here first now twenty some years or more later i have witnessed first-hand the growth
of the quiet neighborhood that once was the sticks with rabbits hopping across the yard
once a nature lover's paradise but now just a lovely port with its high priced houses and friendly southern folks
written 11/10/05
Faith Elizabeth Brigham
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-city-2/
