I'm sure this hill is where it stood.
Amazing shapes of stuccoed wood.
A glass-brick, neon stream-lined place.
As if it flew from outer space,
A swing band auditorium,
An Art Deco emporium,
When romance, innocent in pace,
From dancing to a teasing chase.
The town grew west in modern haste
And down it came, without a trace.
The war and culture's change in taste,
Predestined doom, the past erased.
The future sighs, with solemn face
The wrecking ball, the glittered waste
No plaque to read "Historic Sight".
The swirling dust, a dance goodnight.
~
Gene Bourne
7 comments:
Great art deco piece Deann.
Beautiful colors and great classic design elements of the period- Love this!
this is pure magic; i love it! so bright and inviting! xo
Very decorative and colorful. Beautiful!
This is absolutely gorgeous. Love the vibrant color!
Oh my goodness, I'm blown away, Deann. Even too stunning for cartwheels.
Fantastic art and poem
Have a nice weekend
Much🎨love
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