Going home

[tectak]

a nice shorty tom. the poem is much larger than its words. the last two line make it an almost prefect little poem

Old friends are dead and gone away;
though streets and streams and oak trees stay.
Tarmac broken, granuled grey,
grows weeds.

tectak
2015

Hi billy,
we should never go back...weeds, y'know.
Thanks for commenting...I am getting writer's twitch.
tectak