Years ago the people crowed
Their streets were a mighty mess.
Ramsey Road bore a heavy load
With a high school coming next.

Too they said, they drove with dread
Decay called Government Way.
A drive ahead could wake the dead
In graveyards of that day.

Lakeside, Sherman filled with vermin
Because those roads were broke.
But, now they glisten ‘cause people listened
To what their leaders spoke.

Ten years later, roads are greater
But, still the people cry.
Road construction takes destruction
Before new streets can rise.

So, patience bear and soon you’ll wear
A pride upon your face.
Until next summer, a NEW bummer,
Descends upon this place.

John Austin

DFO: I'm rerunning this again from earlier in the week because ... it's dyne-oh!-mite. Some of you rhymers flat amaze me. Take a bow, John.

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