Just an old place now

Poem (20 – 21) – It’s just an old place now 1.17

A walk by a spring 

on a broken path, 

towering tall 

this oak tree 

with a hole,

yesterday’s ghosts 

echo laughter

from below,

long since 

dried up though,

the effervescence 

of tomorrow,

where once 

loomed life

seasons ago,

now an absence,

Where did they go?

Onto the city

far off windows 

no tree In sight

not even paper.

lifetimes sustained 

before metal crows 

picked baron

your forest home