The Errosion of the Past

[Quin600]

I look now, at the place where I learned so much.
Standing at the roadside, looking past the barriers.
Where once stood beloved Bountiful,
Lay here now the ruins of my past.

I remember walking amongst the flowers,
Learning the names of the roses,
I remember the digging in the garden,
for fresh, unmolested bounty.

The bees with fresh honey,
and the chickens with fresh eggs,
the sheep with unwoven wool,
and the orchard with pristine jewels.

The creaking barn,
The fearsome Swans (trust me on this one)
Sleeping in the Gazebo,
next to bullfrogs in the pond.

The towering bonfires would set my heart ablaze,
and fresh mint leaves sweeting in my pallet.
And endless beautiful days,
So much for one so young.

All is gone now, my grandfather long dead,
The farm sold off longer still,
And the old farm is gated off from me.
And nothing really remains.

The house it torn down now,
the barn is too.
They are building something new there.
Its not mine anymore.

So the farm is no more,
Bountiful gone from this world,
but still it remains in my heart, soul, and in these words.
Bountiful lives on.

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Yeah, kinda odd and not really poetic, but its been on my mind as of late, and i really wanted to put something up somewhere.

[Ragga_Wh0re]

thats purdy...so purdy :trippin:

[Quin600]

Real life always goives you the best material for creativity, I find.