Once
it was a farm.
'Here at Acme we manufacture plastics,
everything from wire to elastics.'
I
lived here once -- grew up here, in fact.
'Last year we began to expand; we laid out
eighty thousand for this land.'
I
milked the cows, planted, dreamed.
'The factory you are about to enter is an
ultra-modern manufacturing center.'
My
father owned it, and his father before him.
'Yes, sir. We're going to create new products
here; plastic hats, flowers, and cans for beer.'
When
he died I decided to sell.
That
money looked awfully good.
But
now
Seeing this -- this factory,
I
miss that farm.
Michael Mager |