Follow Me
follow me
across barren land
where unnamed streets
etch a path
to a town
unborn
watch the nearby hills
come to life
beneath the whisper
of gentle wind
their silhouettes
reflecting the golden hues
of day
their dance
as gentle
as summer's breeze
follow me
down cobblestone streets
forming in the distance
as frames of wood
take shape
beneath the sledge
of hammers
echoing
the screams
of protestors
trying to save
what little beauty
remains
follow me
along the banks
of streams
where deer
come to drink
and racoons
frolic
and play
in the confines
of space
remaining
follow me
down memory lane
where wooded lands
and wildflowers
flourished
nourished
by the rain
as it fell
all around
follow the drop
of rain
as it lands
upon the velvet petals
then trickles down
reclaimed by the roots
of what existed
before houses
took shape
follow the trickle of rain
as it streams
towards edges of creeks
already overflowing
with rain
unclaimed
follow me
down paths
of destruction
as toppled buildings
lay in ruins
as the floods
reclaim the land
follow me
across barren land
where named streets
etch a path
to a town
destroyed
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2023
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