Dreams

Just another fading town along the railroad line

Thousands dotted the way west

Once a proud centre of commerce

Over 3000 souls called it home

Now 68 hang on to their dreams

Rusting rails, empty buildings moan in the wind

Some come to the Coffee shop each morning

Talk of weather, politics and lost dreams

Coffee now a $1.00 a cup

They moan with the wind saying I remember it a nickle.

Proud of how they kicked Hitler's ass some 70 years ago

Watched as business after business closed and blew away

Talk over coffee of MacKeon farm auction this Saturday

Last farm to fold

Another dream lost

Rolled up and blown away

66 left to dream