Goodbye slab, concrete yard
Splintered branches stretched out far.
Littered from an aging tree, kids playing fantasy
I once had done the same, imagination running free,
sticks as swords, conjuring knights, dragons, mythology.
Adulthood took that away from me.
Was this the place that was meant for us- make believe??
When the drink took ahold and wouldn’t release,
until back into the fold, the wild; where they found me.
Gave my last breath to have you back again
Make peace with those who drifted off along the way…