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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.
Copyright ©
Fritz Purdum
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