Waves and islands to the west
  rocks and the smell of salt
              the birds chirping in the distance

           Mountains erupt
  Mud fills the area
  More native americans
began to settle
                                                                                                            
             Europeans come
and bring disease
             The diseases kill
most of the native people

             The trolley rang its bell
as it enters Oak Grove
             The oak trees surrounded the town
             the smell of fresh air
             Pigeons  flying above
              
  Model T putters through the town
and the bell on the trolley
began to fade away
And was soon a town of few people
and many old sights