Main Street

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h2> Main Street </h2> <h3> (For S. M. L.) </h3> <p> I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea,<br/> But it isn't half so fine a sight as Main Street used to be<br/> When it all was covered over with a couple of feet of snow,<br/> And over the crisp and radiant road the ringing sleighs would go.<br/> <br/> Now, Main Street bordered with autumn leaves, it was a pleasant thing,<br/> And its gutters were gay with dandelions early in the Spring;<br/> I like to think of it white with frost or dusty in the heat,<br/> Because I think it is humaner than any other street.<br/> <br/> A city street that is busy and wide is ground by a thousand wheels,<br/> And a burden of traffic on its breast is all it ever feels:<br/> It is dully conscious of weight and speed and of work that never ends,<br/> But it cannot be human like Main Street, and recognise its friends.<br/> <br/> There were only about a hundred teams on Main Street in a day,<br/> And twenty or thirty people, I guess, and some children out to play.<br/> And there wasn't a wagon or buggy, or a man or a girl or a boy<br/> That Main Street didn't remember, and somehow seem to enjoy.<br/> <br/> The truck and the motor and trolley car and the elevated train<br/> They make the weary city street reverberate with pain:<br/> But there is yet an echo left deep down within my heart<br/> Of the music the Main Street cobblestones made beneath a butcher's cart.<br/> <br/> God be thanked for the Milky Way that runs across the sky,<br/> That's the path that my feet would tread whenever I have to die.<br/> Some folks call it a Silver Sword, and some a Pearly Crown,<br/> But the only thing I think it is, is Main Street, Heaventown.<br/></p> <p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> </SPAN></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />