Chapter (32) TIME WAS

TIME WAS

 

 

In sadness I stand and stare

Lost broken dreams and garden bare

No joyful colour in my eyes

To mask away the hurt and lies.

 

I looked across and could but see

A twisted gnarled and wizened tree

Where once we picked sweet apples bright

and sat beneath with hands held tight.

 

With kisses we had pledged our love

while high in branches coo'd a dove.

We'd build a haven, made a home

with trees and flowers, grass and stone.

 

Now brambles grow where once we made

our childrens' laughter as they played,

and nettles high with poison leaves

host butterflies and bugs and bees.

 

All gone from view the gardens charm

it now grows only things that harm,

no place to bring our youth to play

the world's not safe as in our day.

Reviews

[Marie]

How very sad. A beautiful garden lost to time...