Could it be that Hard Rock and Elaine
Would be one in the same,
But for the place where each
Grew weathered
And felt the effects of the game,

In the dark alley littered with trash
As on those streets with no name,
Or in those forests of green
Came of age
Beside the Camp Hall of Fame?

Each one stood for something innate,
A need to stand fierce for what’s true,
Holding tight to all that is right
Forsaking
The many to bless the few.

Copyright 2015.   L.L.  Shelton.