Parot

Parot isn't a big town, as a matter of fact you cant get too much smaller. It does have a gas station with convenience store connected. It has a school and some houses but not much of anything else. Parot had a Church, well it still has a church, but I'm not even going to mention what kind of church it has now, not the denomination, not the style, nothing. It just doesn't matter, because in my opinion, and I know, believe me I know that my opinion doesn't mean much, but in my opinion an injustice was done to the town of Parot. I don't know if it was done because of fire, accidental or arson, or if it was replaced for modernization but an injustice was done.

Parot may not have a city center to speak of, it may not have a classy school or even a Wal-Mart. It had a Church though, a Church with class, one where I'm sure every Sunday, stories were told of the past and plans were made for the future. The old church had a bell tower above the foyer, something you don't see often.

Now Parot has a new church, one like so many others in today's world of mass produced buildings. The new one is built in the same spot as the old which is why I wonder if fire was involved. I feel for the old timers in Parot, looks like the modern world of plastics, metal and that familiar reddish brick has reached their little town.

A ride through Parot nowadays is missing more than a building, there is a link missing, a link with the past. As I went through town not long ago I wondered what it would be like to live in a small town and have its only landmark taken away. I stopped, looked around the new church for a plaque, a monument, something, but found nothing.

Its kind of strange but I know when I ride past the new church, its the old one I'll see. Somewhere there in the mist of time, it still stands. Children in their Sunday best playing in the grass, birds singing and the wind whispering through limbs of old oaks. The Paster at the front door will be inviting in the faithful, timeless, while the bell in the bell fry chimes.