Chatham
No longer my home
Feels foreign and
cluttered
Like surreal movie
set
That I once lived
here
Boyhood memories
Long cleared of
debris
Past gives way
New built in old
places
Trains go by
Rickety Amtrak
Plies the rails
Goes so fast
Space of grandpa's
garden
Gave way twenty
years ago
Apartments planted
in soil
Different green to
grow
About the
Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and
is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-286C)
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