Spring Summer and Fall

From bright colors even the brightest blond turns grey. Grown men now stand. Were once young children did play. The once new cover. Is now tattered and torn. time has all but erased the oaths once proud men had sworn. The field now overgrown still haunts memories of the blue and grey. Old worn headstones markers of were they'll forever lay. No bell to ring no voice shall call. The ghosts of the past erased by spring summer and fall. The old porch stands hidden by a overgrowth of vines. Now blank are the boards that once were painted signs. The blood followed swiftly from the wound of the past. To forge a path to a time that could never last. Gone is the tree that once stood so very tall. Forgotten by time So is the legend of spring summer and fall.