A Poem About Broughton, Kansas, by Mark A. Chapman, in honor of every lost town.  

Broughton

(1869-1966)

Its parents were the railroads
Automobile its executioner
A transitory village serving a community
easily reached by horse and buggy
Rules passed down by church and school
Cohesively mixing customs to form a loving hamlet
Work: tractor
sun
bales
and its reward, fun.  Christmas carols
homemade ice cream
fishing
softball
square dancin’
Everyone knew each other’s business better than their own
Too much togetherness sent some packing
Unexpected revolutions; the car, telephone, radio & electricity
A victim of progress, the end accelerated by the omnipotent Army Corps of Engineers
Its ashes scattered throughout the county and far beyond
Memories fading
the heartbeat reduced to the printed word
 
Mark A. Chapman