Strolling down the darkened street lanes, peaking into the windows.
Shops, businesses, diners, everything’s all there.
Granny patiently rocks on the porch.

The roads made out of granite and cedar blocks and red bricks,
gives the new century a varying perspective.
Granny patiently rocks out on the porch.

Kicking the football between the North Side Lumber & Fuel, and the Sendik’s fruit and vegetable cart, the children most certainly untroubled.
Granny patiently rocks out on the porch.

The grass, emerald green. The prepossessing cage crinolines as if they never left.
The horrifying atmospheric pollution back again. Football had ended.
Granny patiently rocks out on the porch.

The street lights came on as the day darkened. T-Ford’s drove past.
Bang— Boom— Blast! My pal passed.
Granny patiently rocks out on the porch.

The day settled as the children were kicking the soccer ball.
Walking the old streets of Milwaukee, it wasn’t the 19th century anymore.
Granny was just patiently rocking out on the porch.