Exploring Beaver Lake one summer,
came across a boat, abandoned,
dilapidated, broken, sad,
and firmly tied to a tree trunk.
What is her story?
Wandering in the woods one spring,
a wooden reindeer appeared
when snow dis-appeared.
Tired, abandoned, shabby with peeling paint,
but almost a smile…
What is his story?
And could it be entitled camouflage rather than abandon?
Walking by farmers’ fields one spring,
stumbled upon rusty, old machinery,
tired, neglected, abandoned…
but symmetry and beauty still evident.
Signs of spring all around:
fresh buds, new leaves, green grass.
beside land that was swallowed up for housing,
the once-useful machine sits forlornly nearby…
What is its story?
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