Ruins Of Progress Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting at a bus stop in Tempe, looking around, seeing things
not as they used to be in more ways than one.

The 'A' mountain I climbed as a freshman to whitewash it for
the upcoming years.

A small, beautiful town that I learned to love and appreciate
has now grown and burst it's seams.

It has become a business town, whereas when I went to A.S.U.
it was our own little college town.

Things have certainly changed - and not for the better!

To return to the good old days, not just in mind, but
physically, would be great, stopping the progress of the
future from it's very beginning.

Tempe would still be like it was in '61, not filled with an
unidentifiable element ruining everything.