Friday, September 24, 2010

The Used- Tiffany






A major childhood memory, climbing on they hay bales!
Running with friends, using our imaginations, discovering tales to tell.
Now that I look back on the memories it makes me sad.
What I wouldn't give to go back to those days of carelessness and huge imaginations.
The years have gone by so fast and what was once a sturdy building that nothing could harm is now an unstable patchwork of wood.
What was once a child playing games, is now a young adult seeking out a life for themselves.
This is the story of the used.

3 comments:

  1. Tiff your poem is amazing, I could picture exactly what you were saying by the story! :)

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  2. your last picture is awesome! i love it!

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