Poems for Monrovia's Sidewalks

At its July 19 meeting (agenda here) Monrovia's Art in Public Places Committee will consider adopting eight poems to be stamped into concrete sidewalks around town this year.

Here's one I like:

Then Monrovia Called

I grew up as a rolling stone
With no town to call my own
Then Monrovia called, I came this way
To finally stop, and smile, and stay

See the rest here.

- Brad Haugaard