Silently I sit here, forgotten, neglected.
But I cannot forget and I will not forget,
for I have brought life and power
to this city for nearly a century.
Born when horses pulled carts
down the brick lain streets,
I powered the trollies and lit the lanterns
so young men could escort their dates.
I powered the great breweries
that paid wages for the families
in lower town and supplied the parties
on Grand Avenue and Crocus Hill.
I brought light to the offices
so that the insurance men,
the bankers and the lawyers
could take their profit.
And when the injured soldiers
came back from war, I lit the hospitals
while their families prayed,
or the widows wept.
But that is no longer.
My turbines lie idle
on the great floor.
My control room is vacant.
But I do remember and I still live.…
Words and image by The Bison in the Woods (c) 2016