We would sit
,
sometimes for hours
,
you and I
,
staring up through its stately branches to the sky.
And now the autumn leaves drift away leaving only
the memory of that magic time when
the earth was a
-
buzz with the sounds of late summer and the ground beneath us was
humid and pungent and settling
with rotting leaves and grasses from seasons past
.
You hear the crows cawing back and forth
and a rabbit ducks into a sandy bank. Over the knoll lies other places we explored as children
, a broken hay wagon at the edge of an overgrown fiel
d. All memories now
,
lost to the past and silently awaiting an unknown future
.
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