Kathryn Collins Poet Free verse

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

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Stephen Kilmer March 9, 2014 at 12:56 AM We have to hold on to these memories as long as we can. they will keep you young in heart. forget about urban sprawl. It will eat itself one day. Anyway love this one and the content. ~Kilmer Kathryn Collins March 9, 2014 at 9:24 AM Chomp chomp. Sewers are a good idea.

Keith Bickerstaffe March 7, 2014 at 5:09 PM So uniquely YOU... 'as the final hat is tipped, the velvet curtain called,' marvelous phrasing, in contrast to the 'subdivisions, modern sewers, gas lines.' Sorrowful stuff... are you OK? Love Keith Kathryn Collins March 9, 2014 at 9:26 AM I am okay and better now to see you here at Soup. You always give me such a boost. I'm running over to your page in the hopes of something new from you. love, Kathy

Terry O'Leary March 6, 2014 at 11:46 AM :-))

Terry O'Leary March 4, 2014 at 4:32 PM Word of mouth? The written word?... maybe nothing more... Kathryn Collins March 6, 2014 at 7:39 AM I see someone rummaging through a box of ancient postcards at a flea market. "Dear Terry, Great Poem! love Kathy" tee hee

Jack Horne March 2, 2014 at 10:37 AM wow, this is so thoughtful and thought provoking Kathryn Collins March 4, 2014 at 10:17 AM Thanks Jack. Trips down memory lane can be fun. I live near this area now, which seemed so far away and country when I was kid.