The Wreck
The cold water lapped
At the dilapidated remains of the vessel.
Echoes of laughter
From so many summers past,
Now a distant memory.
As nature takes hold
Returning the wood to the Earth.
Strong winter winds blown specs
Of soil to settle in cracks.
As spring broke, seeds burst forth
Finding a nest to settle and grow.
New life from the dying remains.
Like a phoenix rising after death.
Reformed, renewed.
A now living monument to the holiday home of the past.
Copyright © Emma Goodridge-Hobson | Year Posted 2023
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