Embers of Time
A fire was burning in a previous day.
Now, just ashes and charred fixtures remain today.
In just a brief incidence, it has all gone away.
Somehow, good things are not here to stay.
This seashore town certainly had a lot.
Now, there are only memories of this spot.
Vacationers loved the boardwalk, the surf, and the sand.
The sun and the salty air made everything so grand.
What was once a lovely place for a summer vacation
has been victimized by a massive conflagration.
All we see now is blackened devastation.
I can only go back in time with my imagination.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014
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