My youthful dreams walked
A thousand miles
Through your summer dust
Your jagged face pressed
Against my calloused feet
Your solitude, a reservoir
For so many unwritten thoughts
I cried the day
They covered you in black
And carried away my innocents
On the back of their empty promises
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Jerry Brotherton 
Poignant! Beautiful! Thank you for sharing both photo and poem, Jerry!
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This is so beautifully nostalgic!
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Backyard poet. Where art thou?
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