Cottonwoods and Weeds

 

Cottonwoods and Weeds 

Endlessly blue.

The sky crosses the 

Vastness of everything. 

Butter golden fields 

Surround the old 

Defeated farm place.

Buried in the 

Cottonwoods,

Staying silent 

Amongst 

The weeds. 

Green faded shutters 

Hanging by one nail 

Gently swing.

Cracked clapboard siding 

With chalky white paint. 

You were once the 

Stalwart of the prairie. 

A solid built foursquare 

Laughing quietly at 

The elements

Of weather…

The elements 

Of time. 

Hard times have fallen.

Abandonment litters 

The broken landscape. 

Islands of trees look 

Alien against flat 

Prairie horizons. 

They become part of 

The history. 

Hidden monuments of 

The settlers who passed. 

Asleep in the shadows 

Of the cottonwood trees.