It’s Poetic Thursday over at Two Spoiled Cats AND here on These Days. I loved this week’s photo inspiration.
Here’s my poem:
Lonely In Lost Springs
A population of one in this little map dot;
an old mining town that time forgot.
A lonely vista with no neighbors in sight;
no nearby houses to light up the night.
No traffic noise, few passing cars:
the perfect place to gaze at the stars.
A population of one: lonely or blessed?
It just depends on one’s outlook, I guess.
And, as usual, the photo prompted not only a poem but also a little research on my part. I learned quite a few things about Lost Springs: the town is located in Wyoming and was first inhabited in the 1880’s. It was named by railroad workers unable to locate the spring that showed on their maps. After being incorporated in the early 1900’s, the population was once at 200. By 1960, the census showed a population of five, and in 2000, that number was one. The mayor, however, disagreed with that figure, saying there were actually four residents at that time. The 2010 census showed a population of four.
And I thought I grew up in a small town.
~These Days Of Mine~
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