PROGRESS

I worked on
Dave Sangrey’s farm
for three summers
when I was in high school.
I didn’t want to.
Dad talked to Dave and arranged it.
So that was that.
It took me half an hour
to ride my bike to the farm,
the last half mile up the
steep hill of the lane -- too
steep to ride. I had to
push the bike.

They tell me the farm is gone now
bulldozed into tract houses
and the lane isn’t there,
the hill scraped away.
"You wouldn’t believe how
different it looks," they say.

I think I’ll just take their
word for it.