Less
than a town it was a community
A
sign for the Baptist church confirmed the name
Of
a place that maps left unregistered
We
turned and pulled over to snap a photo
Driving
on the road changed
Forsook
the style of the region and created a new identity
A
company town that looked like good company
Manicured
palatial homesteads resting
On
each side of the road indifferent sentinels
What
came here meant to come here
Or
it didn’t come here at all
Two
logging companies and a church
The
only denizens of commerce apparent
Though
the roadside stand had a sign on the main road
But
it was further on and main street remained quiet
Each
pond clean edged and assigned a steward
A
gaggle or two of geese lounging on the grass
Sunday
sunset falling gently and peacefully as it should
We
found Steadman and left it undisturbed until another visit
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