We Were Here

 

Today I was out walking my dog and we ended up by the Playfield- the Playfield used to be ” The Woods ” where me and the neighborhood kids played games and built forts, where we drank and smoked and we walked there or rode our bikes because in  those days we didn’t have Malls or cellphones or parents who drove us three blocks to school or a mile away to visit our friends.

Sadly most of the ” The Woods” have ended up like this:

Photo A.M. Mososo

Photo A.M. Moscoso

The funny thing is they felt like ” The Woods” again when I altered the pictures:

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Call me sentimental,but I think that’s the way The Woods want to be remembered- and who am I to question that?

 

Drop Dead Death

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

Alone with the Reaper

hello Mr Death

I thought you’d be around one day

and spend some time with me

You visited my

dog

my cat my cousin my friend

You  passed me by without a glance

like my crush back in the eighth grade

 

Tired of this dance we do,

of the songs we don’t sing, the walks we don’t take

Hello Mr Death

you’re of afraid of me

I think.

 

Bill Traylor

Daily Post Prompt: Knackered