The Place I Used To Go

The Place I Used To Go

The place I used to go was an incredible place

It had trees

A stream

A pond

And an old abandoned house that used to be a mill

The grindstones and a few bricks

Were all that were left

There were dirt pathways worn in by does and by bucks

And the places where the grasses were matted down

Where those deer liked to sleep

And to dream

The place that I used to go was a place where imagination ran wild

I used to imagine what it was like to climb down the side of the valley

Through the lush green trees

Through the meadows

Where wildflowers and grasses grew

And live in that house

I used to imagine what the people who lived there were like

Did they have children?

Or pets?

What did they like to do when the day’s work was done?

I came up with many different options but I will never really know

The place I used to go was full of life

Everything was so green

Some place you would think existed in a fairy tale

Wild animals were everywhere

From the birds in the trees

To the fish in the stream

The sky and the water and everything in between

The cliff on the far side of the valley

Seemed to have some magical power to grow

Vines and other shrubs out of its vertical surface

The shale by the stream always provided the best skipping stones

The place I used to go does not exist anymore

The valley has been filled in

With dirt and stone

And pavement had been laid over top

Every day thousands of people in airplanes

Cross over top of what used to be

That place I used to go