They built a house in the field ‘cross the street
Where the insects were buggin; in the August heat
Where the sunsets. I swear, were second to none
Just a field on a hill, it was my place in the sun
The porch, it sits empty, though the suns dipping low
The curtains are drawn from the skys orange glow
Today he mowed grass where wildflowers once grew
And I thought to myself, ‘Oh! If they only knew…
The beauty, the memories, that they stole from me
Are now theirs for the taking…
Are theirs for the taking….
Your imagery is outstanding. How quickly the beauty fades in a world of unquenchable progress. We need only blink and the future will devour the past. Always hold on to your beautiful memories. Bless You Always, Paul.
More of nature being pushed aside for "progress". Where we live, the back of our house faced a large, open field that I grew to love. Would pour my coffee in the morning and sit outside in the back and just quietly admire the scenic view. All gone now, roads, houses have taken up the space. I miss it so... Thank you!
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Chrissy
Your imagery is outstanding. How quickly the beauty fades in a world of unquenchable progress. We need only blink and the future will devour the past. Always hold on to your beautiful memories. Bless You Always, Paul.
Be safe,
Karen