Lilacs in the Stones......

What hand of long ago settler or
what wind delivered this seed
Was it a flower thrown by guilted love
or a dream  delicately  freed

The tree trunks grow out of the old cellar hole
and the rusting iron wheels
Somewhere along the way a home was lost
amongst the bankers and the deals

I can see the hillside you looked upon when you
worked in your garden and the sky too
The rains came in the springtime
And away your children flew

Did you die here so alone after years
of being the widow in the woods
Did you bear a dozen children that
moved into the nieghborhoods

I just wanted you to know  something
the lilacs still grow from the stone
On your hillside.... along your old path
you should never feel alone

The timbers are long gone now  but the
foundation remains
In the springtime  they still blossom in
the lilacs ...the roses .....the rains


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No_Clue 5 years ago

ahorseback, what a lovely, tender, vivid, nostalgic poem! this one struck home, big time...you surely have a way with words!


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Docmo 5 years ago from UK

Superb imagery worthy of Wordsworth. a lilting , gentle melody. Love it, thanks!


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

No Clue , thank you so much. Cant wait to check out your hubs they look great.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Docmo , thank you very much . You guys are fast ,Ha...


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Rhonda Waits 5 years ago from The Emerald Coast

Loved it my friend, keep writing till the end. You are an awesome writer with such prose for your pen.

Sweet wishes Rhonda


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Hello Rhonda , Thank you , I hope you are well. Is it warm there in Florida. Hugs


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equebee 5 years ago from Lincoln

With a beautiful picture at the beginning I read your piece feeling very tranquil. The scenery was in my mind as I imagined how things change with the seasons.

Superb


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Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

Hi ahorseback,

You have set a high standard for your work now and you never disappoint.

Carry on composing and I will carry on reading.

Take care,

Eiddwen.


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO

I often wonder, when I see remnants of someone who cared, and think these very thoughts. Beautiful, wistful, thoughtful words that feed my imagination and soul. Thank you, ahorseback


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Julie2 5 years ago from New York City

You never disappoint... Just beautiful.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Equebee, Thank you so much. I found an old cellar hole in the woods and it got me to thinking about forgotten lives.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Eidwenn, You are so kind! I will , just for you.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Amy , Oh , you just let me thank you! It wouldn't be the same without you to share with at all.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Julie2 , And the smae to you too, Stay well my dear.


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Hyphenbird 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

I just love this one!!


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Hyphenbird, you are so kind. Glad you're here though , to share!


daddysgirl 5 years ago

Just beautiful dad! Was this one for grammy? I like it a lot...again love the way you paint pictures with your words!! Love and Hugs your daughter


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Hey sweetheart , No ,this is about all of the "old" abandoned hidden homesites in the woods and on the edges of towns , There is a fair anount of that here on the borderlands, At one time Vermont, at least, was actually more populated than now. Many of the small towns underwent population shifts after the civil war , and the westward expansion period. I find though that alot of older folks like your grandparents did love the simplicity of a lilac bush , a rose bush or two in the yards . When we see one of these in the "wild" away from population , chances are there was once a home there. Your Grams favorite flower was the purple lilac though. I found and old cellar hole a mile from the main road here where they grew from the stone cellar hole. And around it was an old farm sight now overgrown with trees. And as well stone walls by the mile line the borders of old property lines. Anyway . I love you big bunches and bunches.....Dad.


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CheyenneAutumn 5 years ago

Beuitiful again - you never cease to amaze me with your ability to craft words into worlds that capture my mind and lead tme to thoughts of life and all its vistas. I thought of the ranch and the times as a child I would come across an old wagon wheel or a weathered log house rotting with time and I would wonder the thoughts you posted here. You are not alone ever -- is such a comforting thought.

Thank you for this

Hugs

Laurie


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Fossillady 5 years ago from Saugatuck Michigan

Lovely poem of days gone by. Change is a constant but not always welcome.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Laurie , Man , a big part of me would have loved to grow up on such a ranch , I would have lost myself into the pasts , wagon wheels and hoof prints into the canyons. Coyotes and cattle , And I would wear a cowboy hat ,lol.....hug.


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Fossillady, Especially for me! I dislike so much change , here in the eastern US there is just too much of it. When will we learn?...Stay well and thank you for being here.


Marina Lester 5 years ago

Wow Ed, I am beautifully wrapped in the clutches of memory, of ghost... I love thoughtful, FEELING pieces like this. And it is this that people like you and I get to touch and breath in.... you get my vote! :D


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ahorseback 5 years ago Author

Ahh My Marina , You are one of the most insightful and youthful souls that I "know" ! Don't waste one moment living in pasts , learn them , know them and live on! Your future demands it....Be well dear girl.

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