I found a boardwalk in the woods
leading, seemingly, to nowhere,
In a timberland swamp I knew from younger days;
Decaying and rotten, likely long forgotten.
I wondered how long it had been there, abandoned to its fate:
quietly mocked by the still standing timbers
(as yet spared the sawmills blade),
for its needless sacrifice; as its strength is weathered away - used but unrequited - wasted, faded and unmade.
I followed along its decrepit path
as far as I could make,
and laughed to myself and thought,
"Such is life's disarray."
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
I found a boardwalk in the woods
leading, seemingly, to nowhere,
In a timberland swamp I knew from younger days;
Decaying and rotten, likely long forgotten.
I wondered how long it had been there, abandoned to its fate:
quietly mocked by the still standing timbers
(as yet spared the sawmills blade),
for its needless sacrifice; as its strength is weathered away - used but unrequited - wasted, faded and unmade.
I followed along its decrepit path
as far as I could make,
and laughed to myself and thought,
"Such is life's disarray."
A portrait of a landscape witnessed trespassing one day
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