Old Bedell Road

Ooohh.. what's that? [Explored 03-10-11 #116]

There is a pain to remembering
gape of dead-eye stores
wheeze of decomposing houses
I climb the Old Bedell Road
seeking remnant of lost self
farm hidden in thickets of memory
crumbling road
following the rampaging stream
spume of remembrance
spilling headlong down the mountain
past tottering well-house
fleeing to secret somewhere
beyond the sentinels of pine
tracing memories of azure sky
cascading over million-year stones
circling imperious oak and maple
echoes filtered from a distant era
telling of a boy who wandered
and wanders still

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