I've been very busy recently; I started going to public school (as opposed to being homeschooled) and I'm finding it... interesting... juggling school, homework, music, and free time. Hahaha. Free time. What was that again?
...Anyway, I am taking English. Which means that I am writing stuff. And I wrote a poem! It is a short thing, but I like it quite a lot. It is written about a deserted town called Landaff. When I hear "deserted town," I usually think of something in the Midwest that was deserted and is now full of sand and tumbleweed. However, this is in New England. In my opinion, this deserted town was much more beautiful than any of those other deserted towns. Hopefully, my poem will give you a sense of what it was like.
Landaff
Two faint ruts
Brown dirt in a gray forest;
Grass has grown
And trees crowd in
But still the road remains.
Forgotten stone walls
Still guarding, too old to realize
The pastures they marked
Are gone.
The crack and crash of our footsteps
In the long-lost orchard
Echo among cellars and wells,
Rusted metal and broken foundations.
People lived here;
They carved out their place
With a view of the mountains
But soil too rocky to till.
They left long ago
From the land they borrowed;
The forest that gave them a home
Has finally taken it back.
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