Friday, July 9, 2010

The Story of My Hometown

The Story of My Hometown:
Oakdale, Nebraska

There's a story to tell, a story to know
The story of my hometown, many years ago
It may look like a ghetto to you
Full of broken dreams that don't come true
But there is history in this ground
You'll catch a glimpse if you stick around
But things were different back then
I don't think it will be that way again

That asphalt road, it used to be dirt
And your car broke down when your horse got hurt
The old, broken-down, houses were once majestic
But now they are weathered and quite pathetic
The town was established in 1872
And began to grow when the railroad went through
This was the oldest town and the county seat
Until 1883 when it lost in defeat
But the pioneer people, they just didn't give up
They fought for their way of life, no matter what

Together they fought flu epidemics and drought
All they had were their neighbors and God, no doubt
The school they built in 1912 still stands today
They may have been stubborn, but they had their way
From the flour mill, to the railroad depot
They were strong and intelligent people
So don't look down on the people here, now
A hundred years after the *Pen and The Plow
We're still good people, so don't look down
Every time you drive through our broken little town
- Angela Richart

* The “Pen and The Plow” refers to Oakdale's second newspaper started in 1877

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