Crumbled Memories
Ah, memories
that crumbled to the ground that day;
my childhood home, surrounded by tall trees-
demolished, swept away.
For progress sake . . . a bridge was built from town to town;
to span the river- house and trees were wrested down-
uprooted hearts, in sorrow, drown.
Crumbled memories hold fast- weeping in the breeze.
June 11, 2019
For Contest, Strand Special 6
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2019
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