Greatly they stand as marionettes.
Minus strings.
Seemingly dancing over the relic of the shack.
Live two doors down from me.
Stuck in a garden of neglect
As an escapade of string free dancers.
Seemingly perform a ballet of their own.
Tossed about in autumn breeze.
Still tower above the smaller trees.

They sway in the rhythm of the wind.
Family of four.
Faces liken to dinner plates with seedy smiles.
Standing tall and stooping down.
As if performing to a crowd.
A family of flower folk.
Papa, mama, teenager and infant.
Sway the afternoon away.
Until the frosts scare them away!
By ladylivvi1

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