From Bethel
To Golgotha
The house of God
To the place of the skull
Place names
Have defined us
Even as we have defined them
The difference is gargantuan
However
Between seeing a headline
In the Washington Post
And walking the streets
Hiding from police or parents
First cigarettes and kisses
At Forest Diner
And then high school
And math tests and sporting events
And cars and beers
At Hell House
And then marriages
And mortgages
In Mt. Hebron
Or Turf Valley
Ellicott City
A town since 1772
Named after the Ellicott brothers
And known for its mills —
Saw mills, oil mills, grain mills --
The Patapsco River
And its tributaries
And the B and O Railroad
Known then for it’s suburban sprawl
And shopping centers
Enchanted Forest theme park
And Koreatown
Considered one of the top 20 places
To live in the US
One of the wealthiest
And smartest
All this washed away
When the floods of 2016 and 2018 hit
(Actually 16 floods in 200 years!)
What for one is home
To another is a curiosity
An abnormality
The name Ellicott City
Will be known to some
As the house of rain
As the place of the flood
All these place names
With all this history
The name of an old theater
A road we grew up on
A city that has been so much more
Than its unfortunate
Natural disasters
Comments
nice poem
As the flooding images were so dramatic and made the national news for 2 days.
There are 2 poems here, I would break them up. The first about the passing of time, of a life, in the city- growing up and all the rest (I am distracted by hiding from the police, parents are enough if just smoking and kissing in the park). I do not find the typical hangouts in every town that interesting
The second poem (II) start with Ellicott City . This to me was the far more interesting as it created a town in my mind, a real place. Looking at the pictures of the main street it had the antique look of a well preserved historic town- tell us about them- the candy store, the hardware store, as well as the facts of the flood event. And the people, the feel of the place.
To close the poem, it needs something from you that connects this town to your soul, and your neighbors. How are you going to go forward- I need to hear the shout "rebuild!" perhaps use the old theater as a metaphor.
My take,
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thanks mark. it was a sad
thanks mark. it was a sad turn of events, and i hope they can rebuild. a lot of people have their doubts. the historic part has so much charm and a million memories for people who have been their before. i agree, it could be more descriptive of that part of town. perhaps that will come out as another poem, some time. thanks!