Reflecting my
views for you.
I am
uncertain where to put this and assume there will be other
times when I wright "reflections" What happen here was I was
at a park alone and I wrote what I felt about a certain
area...Doesn't seem to do well with the poetry crowd. It is a story though a real
story but not a story..It's a reflection and that
is what it shall be considered.
Neglect
It's places like this.Lost and
abandonded. If forgotten It certainly can't be missed.
Definately visable by all means. But only I sit here.
Wondering about long lost memories shared here.Memories never
to be reclaimed.Memores no matter how wonderful. Lost by
finacial burden or lawsuits.The cry of many terrible
Americans.Neglect the only way to describe this place.But
there was a place here once. When all forgotten and lost
wasn't.If you can imagine forget all your troubles and
worries.A place for families and friends.A place where many
held a bond and met one another.Where friends became more and
couples forgot their daily worries.A place where fears were
left forgotten not to be remembered.A place of cries, smiles,
and love.So many emotions filled this place. A place of
neglect behind a fence. Though someone still comes to cut the
grass.For what reasons I may never know. A place once filled
with water.The Beverly Hill Billies knew it
as the cement
pond. We call it a swimming pool. I imagine the sun glistening
over the cool wet water.Now it's an empty shell. Cracked
cement with Mother Nature forcing her way up through it. A
slide rises above the empty pool looking I'm sure as good as
it once did.
I imagine the smiling faces coming down.
Eager and brave. Climbing up only to come rushing back down.
Deep into the cool water below. I'm sure the guy who still
cuts the grass climbs it now and then. Recapturing his youth.
Only to come sliding into the cracked cement. Though I'm sure
he smiles with memories of younger days. Rushing loniness he
must feel. Thinking of all the joy that once was, but now we
can't forget the fence. Where I looked through to see this
lost wonder of memories. Now crumbling before the many who
past and ignore it daily. On the other side of the fence. Away
from the pool. Away from the slide. There is a cement walk way
that pasts by. As you walk through this lovely park. Trees and
forestry surrounding you. You come toward a building. You can
briefly see a pool beyond the fence. But coming closer you
come to realize it is only a reminder of what once was and a
memory for those who remember. A neglection of creation. Just
a reminder of days long gone. Days lost to whoever took away
the joy of many families, friends, and couples who once swam
here. Though there is hope for the many children who still
come to the park Nearby there is a playground for the kids.
Which hasn't been taken away. Just one pathetic American and
all the fun will fade away. As the pool has. Though now little
children and their families come to the playground. Passing
the one place to once to cool off and have fun. A place now
lost to neglect. A place that once brought so many good things
and wonderful things together. A place
that no longer exist for the purpose of joy.
Only now a place of neglect.
Note*
A police guy just cruised by down the walking
path in his police car..Wtf ?
Written in 06. I am considering this what
I am deeming reflections. Seems to be rejected as anything
else. It is about a moment in time at a park I was
at.
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