This is where the story begins.
The first time we went home
I wore my first big man's hat
Shade was invented by my brim.
The road was tree lined
Fall was the only time I liked it
The gold from the leaves-WOW
Winter was sad and lonely.
The Grand mother died ten years age
No one spoke before or after.
Now here it is ten years later
The Grand father is gone now.
I hear we are moving in
Still no one talks to anyone
We just drive on and on
The hat shades out the light and life.
The trees some have been replaced
Some are in need of trimming.
I would cut out most for light.
I guess this is where the story ends
A contest entry
- scenes from a hat by delic8.
400 points, ended March 8, 3 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Love the depiction of the family all riding together with nothing to say. Well written. Blessings.
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This is interesting, the way you have woven a hat into relationships and pretentious humanity..Like it!
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