A compiled heap of my poetry, memoirs and personal insights of past and present.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
I hate this picture. This is all that was left of my house before the new buyers began to construct the monstrosity that is now on the property. This arbor was part of the garden gate to the backyard of my summers past. Many a family picnic and many a lazy summer afternoon on the hammock took place behind this arbor and it's gate.
Sometimes, my memories feel so real that they hurt inside...and there is no way to ever let them out.