Tag: Small Towns

late afternoon

late afternoon
on a warm fall day
people of all ages
at the market
time for supper

Mentink’s Market Piggly Wiggly – Oostburg, Wisconsin

We bought these flowers at Mentink’s Market in July.

Ellen Grace Olinger

two poems

we wait and watch
the train go by
in our small town
memories of my
Swedish grandparents

My grandfather worked on the railroad, and I remember my grandmother’s kitchen!

train lights
and late afternoon
grey sky
Autumn begins
tomorrow

Image: wpclipart

Poems are by Ellen Grace Olinger.

snow melt in town

snow melt in town
some piles of snow
in the park
creek running clear
and can see the stones
at the bottom
blue sky background
for the trees

Veterans Park
Oostburg, Wisconsin

Ellen Grace Olinger

small town lunch

lunch in a small town
smaller than our town
good food and people
around all the tables

stopping by and
getting through
the day

so human
all the conversations
flowing freely

as we leave
a woman probably
my age holds the door
for me

I say thank you
so kind of you

we drive home
on snowy country roads

Tiffany’s Waldo Cafe
Waldo, Wisconsin

Ellen Grace Olinger

to admire

to admire
on the counter
and bring home
with great care

a work of art
to nourish
body and soul
the recipe over
80 years old

marbled rye bread
from Oostburg Bakery

Oostburg Bakery “Great Taste For Generations”

Poem from March 2015

Ellen Grace Olinger

The small park where Karl took many photos this year is across the street from the bakery, by the railroad tracks. So that is a nice routine – to visit the park, walk around town, and buy some bakery.

Stuart J. Mentink Memorial Park
Oostburg, Wisconsin

rose clouds

Today I saw beautiful rose clouds at both sunrise at home, and sunset on the roads with Karl.  Then the holiday lights, which are so beautiful in the cities and towns.  The lights shine in a special way on the country roads, where there are no streetlights.

A little bit of light can go a long way.

Some of my strongest memories from driving back north from my mother’s home and a nursing home are the lights.  I also remember the contrast between the city and all the smaller roads I learned.  So often I reflected upon how the Milwaukee area felt comfortable because we grew up there.  Yet when I got north of Port Washington, I felt at home in my soul.

Ellen Grace Olinger