Poem by Numbers 25 (Ghost Town Trail)
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Poem by Numbers 25
(Ghost Town Trail)
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posted by /t. at 1:11 PM
9 Comments:
been here
and done this
beautiful place(!)
/t.
it's what a trail could look like in the fall ..
with golden leaves covering the trees
..
and golden leaves covering the trails ..
Uh oh! Are there really ghosts in this one?
foam,
ten slices
of prairie, stacked
the trail is actually a highway(!)
× × ×
little lamb,
well, no, but there are ghost towns -- lots of ghost towns to visit and explore -- just don't step on the snakes; they bite
× × ×
/t.
I love this one /t. the colours are so beautiful...the green prairie grasses turning into yellow and then to orange... I can see the wind blowing them plus a few snowflakes falling to welcome the beginning of Winter. ♡
dianne,
you have a
vivid imagination(!)
the story of the ghost town trail is nothing to do with snow, though, or with wind (some), but is really about dust and drought, and the collapsed economy of an entire region -- it is at once a sad and strangely beautiful story
nothing to see now but derelict farms and towns -- front yards with rusted swingsets and main streets reclaimed by prairie grasses -- you can still sense the life that once existed here in faded and peeling wallpapers, a weathered kitchen chair, a cracked cup, a hairbrush -- all gone and yet so close
× × ×
/t.
Creativity in its most beautiful structure
Thanks for that /t. dear, yes I do have a vivid imagination, I try to see the beauty in everything even if it is partially hidden or very subtle; I do realise that many people would have suffered but I would still find some beauty in the emptiness, a street reclaimed by prairie grasses, a derelict farm or even the song of the hinges on a rusted gate as it swings in the wind, such a lonely sound.
The same has happened here to some country towns and farms. xxx ♡
anna-lys,
creativity in its
most beautiful structure
is you, dear :)
× × ×
dianne,
ahh yes, lonely and abandoned places have a beauty all their own, eh?
quiet places
× × ×
/t.
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