Category: Writers Block
Happening down the lane of olden days
The lane now not more than a dusty old cow path
Riddled with briars galore while leading off into distant woods
Where once a life within the woodland’s beauty found
An eking out an existence there was to be had
By the persons who were passing through that distant time and space
Then came the day appearing
When glancing about by ones from generations birthed
Walked on and on those trails of old
That really weren’t so very far away in time the distant
Then going on, venturing on, to the highways that called forth
Leaving behind the workings of the days of olden days
It wasn’t then till many odd years the passing
Years that recalled the struggles of that time once held in highest esteem
With the esteem really never leaving
For there in mind the memories ever lying oh so close to the mind
While heart shed many a silent tear of the olden days now lost
Hope would burn bright asking would a time yet come rekindling
A few more years have passed
That dusty cow path of a trail now ever so faint its lingering yet
Though for how long a season yet will winds pass over the briars
Till new growth completely takes over with all hint of a civilization
That once was and was thriving oh so plentiful
Be totally lost as that primitive of what was once reclaims the land
So many the questions that linger
With the passage of time…moment by moment… time is passing
There’ll come that day when answers arrive and when they do
What generation will be present then to know of the ongoing outcome
For will a known civilization come once again into its own
With a power to transform the now grown primitive, making new upon the land
~*Thunderous MidNight*~
That's so thought provoking. We took the place of a civilization, but any moment, we could be that primitive civilization who is discovered thousands of years from now. I love your writing. You're awesome.