Broken Fences

Torn and tattered leaning in disrepair up on tiptoes little eyes want to know lost with flying forms of trepidation hiding memories one cant let go Hand painted soldiers with drips of white once straight arrows pointed to the sky plastic suitcases meticulously strewn about cloistered chickweed climb making daffodils cry Stone crumbles under small weathered frowns dreams of the next Simone laid to rest tall grass softens another fateful fall escaping a sharpened prowess put to the test Sights plighted a place most aristocracy fear but bubble gum giggles are often heard the dirt and dust so easily brushed off a fortress full of fantasy in world that's blurred