The refuse of man.........poetry

I slid my foot to the side pushing with it
the sod old broken glass and rust
An old abandoned home site
now overgrown in memories of crust

Just the bare essentials are all that's
left rusting iron and stones
Except one tree ......a lilac blooming
in a lavender woodsey throne

Forgotten kindoms here in the mountains
miles from neighborly assistance
Self sufficiancy a must the essence
of survival's insistance

One thing I have noticed about history and a people
long long gone
Is that they left not much at all behind
a few old memories and a song

Somehow I doubt that men of today will be
quite so kind
I wonder what all of us today will leave
what will tomorrows children find

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Jodah 19 months ago from Queensland Australia

Great poem, terrific subject. It's scary to even contemplate what most of us will leave behind for future generation to find.

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Phyllis Doyle 19 months ago from High desert of Nevada.

I am hit by nostalgia tonight, Ed, and your poem fit right in with my mood. Earlier, before I saw your poem, I was wandering through my childhood in Cle Elum, Washington (Pacific Northwest). Your photo up top here looks much like the farm lands nestled at the foothills of the Cascade Mountains, like our old farm in Cle Elum.

Also, I was listening to some songs on YouTube by Kate Wolf. My favorite song of hers is "The Lilac and the Apple". They grew in the hills where a farm house once stood. And here is the Lilac in your poem, in the hills, where once there was someone's home.

This is quite some spiritual connections for me. Thank you for this poem - I love it.

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dghbrh 19 months ago from ...... a place beyond now and beyond here !!!

Awesome indeed with a profound massage to leave behind.

Voted up and shared.

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ahorseback 19 months ago Author

Phyllis , Then this poem is for YOU ! Actually the photo is of a place in Montana , near Choteau . I get that way too my friend so let me dedicate this poem to you ! Just don't let this mood get you down ..........Ed

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Phyllis Doyle 19 months ago from High desert of Nevada.

Hi Ed - no, the mood won't get me down. I often get like this when nostalgia creeps in and I rather enjoy the memories it brings. I really like your poem very much and am honored that you dedicate it to me. That is very kind and thoughtful of you, Ed. Thank you so very much.

Another connection here, my Dad grew up in Montana. I wrote a hub about him, Montana Cowboy. I write a lot of stories about or from my Dad. He was quite a character and a real honest-to-goodness cowboy.

Thanks again, Ed.

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ahorseback 19 months ago Author

Phyllis , I have had a long love affair with Montana , you dad sounds like a great man too , I will catch up on your writing of him ! I am about to write my one thousand-th hub ! Maybe something of the west . I understand about those memories though , we are incredibly enriched by our memory . I have doing my family genealogy research and it's amazing stuff to chew on !...Have an excellent day dear !

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cam8510 19 months ago from Columbus, Georgia until the end of November 2016.

Beautiful poem, ahorseback. You and a lot of others from HP will leave behind a wealth of awesome poetry. That is a wonderful memory and legacy.

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torrilynn 19 months ago

Beautiful poem

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ahorseback 19 months ago Author

Torrilynn , Thank you kind and beautiful lady !

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