~Memories~
No
one plays here anymore.
Now
there is only corroded metal.
Flaking
paint that lies crumbling on stone;
Blowing
like dust-dry memories.
A
stain marks the ground.
The
old swing moves.
Wind
tugging at tired chain.
The
links squeal a distant echo
Of
a once more joyous sound.
There
is no more laughter here;
No
longer the calls of youthful voices
.
Cheerful
play and bodies wrestling
In
the yellow grass.
…Long
gone,
Like
the crisp autumn leaves
That
tumbled in confused eddies,
Chasing
along the river bank.
Occasional
tears pass by.
The
grass grows tall.
Litter
faded with time.
No
one plays here anymore.
This is so sad. It calls to mind an abandoned playground. Perhaps all the children who played here have since grown up and moved out, or perhaps something more sinister is at work...
ReplyDeleteWell done!