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