The Little Mall That Could…
There once was a mall in the town of Trumbull.
A place where youths would rumble
Friday night fights would begin
Curfews slowed them down
But a new enemy came to town
Amazon was his name and online was his game
Sales tumbled and retailers stumbled
Potholes got deeper, balance sheets got bleaker
Children were sad
They could not visit their grandad
He moved far away
The taxes he could not pay
As this senior was walking, he started talking
He mentioned a dream
He envisioned a tent where he spent his last days
Driving no more now living by a store
Grandchildren to keep after, a lawn was no longer his master
More seniors, more tents, more walking, more talking
Money was spent, fun was had
Children were no longer sad
Was it a dream?
Could it happen?
Only time will tell if all works out well
For The Little Mall That Could
An unpublished work by Greg Dunn March 22 2026
Dunn Writes Well 