Tuesday, March 9, 2010

I Hear McFarland Singing

The police sirens howl, as bored officers chase drunk adolescents;
City meetings are loud, with the sounds of angry old-timers trying to protect their traditional values;
Newly integrated minorities complain of the majority white population, as the majority white population complains of the minorities;
In the fall, the sound of the marching band reaches all of town;
In the winter, the sound of sirens signals another state championship;
The day is quiet and belongs to the retired, while the night is loud and belongs to the young and the restless,
All of the population singing their strong melodious songs.

2 comments:

  1. peter pan ->
    nice poem man. i can safely say that i agree with you 100%. you used very very good descriptions. very crisp. Whitman would be proud.

    love,
    karkarmcgar

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  2. Nice poem Peter. I think it does a great job of describing McFarland. Especially the part about the sirens in winter signalling another state championship!!

    Gotta add a part about all the old people hanging out at the bowling alley every night.

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