I love to write and some of my poetry is more like a story, in a poetry format. This may be breaking literary rules but I think it works! I love combining poetry and story writing. Let me know what you think!
This one is about an experience my family and I had in a small town.
The Woman at the Railroad Museum
It was cold when we drove into the small town, we found a space in front of the building.
As we entered the wind blew us in, four big bundles with knit hats, and winter parkas.
At the time we walked in, I think we were the only ones in the place.
Wooden doors. The woman behind the counter helped us, her name tag said “Elsie”.
She was an older woman and kind, but she seemed unsure of herself.
I’m not sure if she knew what triple A was, but we paid, and said nice things to her.
Maybe she thought we were from the city, or just passing through.
I put her to ease with some kind words, and I took off my hat. She began to relax.
As we walked through the museum I looked for prejudice but didn’t find it.
There was history, uniquely American, and railroads, and activities for children.
The Victorian age was strong there, and a kitchen with a wood burning stove.
On the top level a train garden, with a display about African Americans and the railroad.
Elsie was still there when we completed our tour. We purchased a few small items.
As we left we briefly spoke. She was concerned about not having keys for the door. Security.
She thanked us for coming and we thanked her— the two worlds had come together.
And fear from both of us had evaporated.
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