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Title:
As If It Never Was
Echo forgotten laughter Narrow, winding river Whispers of picnics past Smooth level ground Hides root cellar memories Electric pole with useless wires Betrays the transformation A pastoral scene except for that pole A house, a home Vanished As if it never was A dream, a shelter Planted by flowing water Nestled near gentle slopes The barn, the shed, Fences firm All gone Winter stillness reigns Come spring Will another dream arise? Energy surge through new wires? Or will horses graze Along the brook And pheasants feed On rolling hills? ## Copyright © Hazel Behrens A Prairie Writer's Spiritual Notebook www.prairiewritersnotebook.org The author retains all rights. To provide a comment for the author, follow this link to e-mail. Please mention the title and author. |
