[The start of this poem came to me today while I was calling potential students for pre-testing. One of the addresses happened to be at this particular lane that caught my Dr. Seuss fancy.]
There is a
tale of Loblolly Lane
if I shared
the details
you’d think
me insane
it regards
people who lived
and died
there in vain
that
believed as they would
with only
half a brain
all haunted
by ghosts
whose words
fell like rain
into the
minds of those
who could
not complain.
I would tell
this story
but I really
must abstain
just realize
this is true:
there is a
tale of Loblolly Lane.
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