A Poem from PinecrestPosted: May 5, 2012
The Baxter Building
A poem written by 5P at Pinecrest Memorial Elementary School
There’s a road of traffic flowing near me,
and I’ve watched it change and grow.
For sixty-six years I have lived here,
watching a community of growth.
The workers and community members came and went,
and the boy scouts pledged to be prepared.
I still see the tourists return every summer,
But the aroma of pumpkins and tomatoes no longer lingers.
I have experienced cracks, holes, decay,
and felt the claws of time.
Now I’m surplus to my community,
and I wonder, Am I soon to be demolished?
Who will shelter the people,
and who will take refuge in my envelope?
And who will feel my history,
and value my existence?
Who will help me?
But now I hear volunteers are taking action,
to save my foundation from the landfill.
I sense they want to rescue, renovate,
and preserve my weary walls.
They say I shall be “green”,
Eco-friendly and sustainable for a better future.
I see children running to join in,
and taking pleasure and pride in the task.
The community will hold up my structure,
strong and creative, reinventing my usefulness,
A space for artistic expression, accessible to all,
Paying homage to our history.
A parallel text to The Tree by Dana Lyons