By Richard Stoltzfoos
Unknown, I walk along the brown dirt way
To a near-vacant town of well-known name.
Most folks who find this town will never stay,
For its inhabitants are hard to tame.
Most all prospectives leave the place in shame.
Will I run past these poplars in a year,
Past this crow-covered snag, the way I came?
Or can this stranger overcome his fear?
Will I be running past these poplars, come a year?
Richard Stoltzfoos is a follower of Christ and Gen-Z romantic living in wonder of the world around him.
Photography by Kenneth Godoy