Revelation of Genesis
Deserted, dangerous
Ramshackle houses
Former family homes, once
Functional buildings,
Businesses, barns, refuge
From the hot Texas sun
Or driving storms of
Wind and rain.
Suppertimes, nights of dreams,
Homework, plans to plow
Cotton-farm acres.
Now it’s all abandoned, forgotten,
Seen but unnoticed or ignored
Peppered along the otherwise
Scenic road drives on, once dirt,
Now blacktop paved roads
Memories forgotten or
Buried in nearby family
Cemeteries. Unwanted,
Unloved by ungrateful
Outsiders who see
Only haunted eyesores, sadness.
A mess to be cleaned up
By the next generation.
Past lives carried into the
Graveyards of the forgotten.
Look both ways and wonder.
Who were they? What were they like? Where are they now?
Pay attention to the message and mind the gaps.
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Graveyards of the forgotten. Haunting.
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“Past lives carried into the Graveyards of the forgotten.” Great line. Haunting poem.
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Thank you, Sue.
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A treasure trove of abandoned bits and pieces and hidden memories, just waiting to be found.
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It is interesting. As we drive by we wonder. What happened? Why is it abandoned? Who lived there? Who owns it now? The picture I used is of a place on my daughter’s property. It is dangerous and should be razed.
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