What Once Was

Fragments of a house foundation blacken by the fire. Never rebuilt empty lot nice size Good shade tress and high grass Potential promising Did a child perish here? People once resided Old swing set rusting Not long before it falls the wind sways the swing seat clanky cracky sound from old long chains Half a peach tree left from lightning strike years ago. Blossoms bud on tender twigs of new growth. sounds of yesterday emit a mother singing children playing dogs barking dad mowing lawn... Today silence settles Tomorrow what once was again.