The road's still here
No longer dirt
It's covered in asphalt
If you fall, it'll hurt
The trees are gone, they'd lost all their leaves
The men came and cut them down
No more weeds
People live here now
There are so many houses.
Men with kids and their spouses
We can no longer walk to that creek
It's covered up, nothing to see
There is no more golden hay
And when the sun sets, I'll be on my way
Because my last memory of you is shrouded in that very same red.
And, I've never been able to get you out of my head.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PuisiMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
