Sandusky is changing,
\nputting on a new face.
\nParks have replaced fisheries,
\nsuburbs,
\nthe corn and wheat.
\nThe giant elms have long since vanished,
\nand the malls
\nhave become mini circuses.<\/p>\n
Even the Soldier\u2019s Home,
\na campus of gray limestone
\nwith its hundred buckeye trees,
\nis a denuded memorial.
\nReplica of the Civil War,
\nhousing old men
\nwho stay indoors for shade,
\nspeak in whispers,
\nas if prisoners
\nof their own government.<\/p>\n
The town has lived two centuries
\nand never matured.
\nNo cathedral or stately avenue of homes.
\nInlets dotted with battlements,
\nstatues gathering moss
\nor bleached by wind.
\nA town that never held a ball,
\ndanced through the years,
\ngave its youth balloons and confections.<\/p>\n
But the wind
\ncurls over waves bearded with foam,
\nthe bay howls and sighs,
\nwith a purity of place,
\nstones set together,
\nmoldering iron,
\nlight rising from its face,
\nsinging the song of summer.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sandusky is changing, putting on a new face. Parks have replaced fisheries, suburbs, the corn and wheat. The giant elms have long since vanished, and…<\/p>\n