Towns

The little and
Big towns pass
By my rail room a
String of pearls each
Unique in some way by
Shape or color each town
Alone is a small world with
Few secrets kept for long
But taken together they
Are America’s grass
Roots from which
Our fire values
Originate so
To win the
Office
Of President
A candidate must
Listen to these towns
Not preach to them but
Listening is an art too few
Candidates possess as
Most prefer to blindly pontificate their oh
Too pretentious
Slogans when
All they have
To do is to
Hear the
Call for practical
Workable health care
That fits the individual not
Some slogan the call for
Higher wages and for
Lower taxes on the
Middle class less
Spent to benefit
The rich and
More for the
Average
Joe or
Jill
Who
Live in
Towns even
Within cities
All along the
Railroad tracks.