A Forgotten Time

Reads: 103  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 0

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Southern charm, southern memories, time changes everything.

Submitted: December 31, 2011

A A A | A A A

Submitted: December 31, 2011



A rocking chair creaked

as its wooden rungs

met the splintered surface

of the porch

in repetitive sequence.

The sound produced a lulling effect

enabling its occupier

to drift off to sleep.

He was an exceedingly old man

with wrinkles to symbolize

many years of hardship

he had encountered.

Yet, one looking at his kind eyes,

proud chest, peacefully uplifting

with each breath he took

would smile with the charming

picture he made.

Beneath his eyelids

lay vast fields of cotton

stretching as far as the eyes could see.

The deep red soil

rose to encircle him

in mammoth swarms of dust clouds.

To be a young, proud southerner;

To be a tired, old soul

placed in a new era

so seemingly strange and different.

Time changes the essence of beauty

with a unique sense of simplicity.

the past...just fragments

of a shattered memory,

a time lost forever.


© Copyright 2018 J L Hehl. All rights reserved.