Jerry L. Hurley
In the town of Apalachicola as you walk about the Hill
You’ll happen upon the ladies standing very still.
Forgotten by time and hidden from eyes
They wait in silence as another friend dies.
The laughter of children is no longer heard
But century old memories are now being stirred.
Some brought back to life with makeup and jewels
And wrinkles repaired with hammering tools.
They thought that their time of usefulness ended
Now some are being carefully tended.
But many more ladies stand on the hill
Waiting for people with foresight and skill
To save them from fading away from this earth
And provide love and patience to enable rebirth.