Everything Changes
Everything Changes
It is still winter and
roadside snow banks lead me.
I drive the pre-highway
backroads of another time, when
‘no dumping” warnings
lined the thick woods.
Now stand subdivisions
modern sewers and gas lines.
Some old bungalows by the lake
remain, reminders of summers
when I was small and
the forest was eternal.
As the final hat is tipped
the velvet curtain called,
all who remember gone,
who will keep the memories?
Kathryn McL. Collins
February 25, 2014
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2014
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