Wandering through the memory lanes
Of many decades ago,
A section of a Connecticut town
With immigrants did over-grow.
Business flourished, houses built,
Geraniums in windows bloomed.
People were poor, ambitious and kind,
Yet, West End life would soon be doomed.
Hungarian immigrants, and others too,
Came to seek a free and happier life.
They conquered hardships of every kind,
Freedom and peace were worth the strife.
Churches were built, social life evolved.
Factory whistles blew day and night,
As West End became a crowded town
Bringing prosperity, every man’s right.
Migration began to suburbia,
Land was bought, small homes were built,
Fairfield’s Villa Park beckoned and called,
In Bridgeport’s West End life was stilled.
1971
Taken from
„A Varied Bouquet of Poems”
by Margaret Fekete Csovanyos |
