
Southeastern Mountainside

This placed bustled
A long time ago
For generations they came
Memories made by those who are memories themselves
It’s gone now
A little mountain’s ghost town
Brought on by the perils of progress
It’s demise summed up by its remnants choked into the wild forest all around
Evidence lies within these boundaries
Of its more prosperous place in history
The shattered ruins do nothing to offset what this place meant to someone
At one time
Beautiful Labor Day weekend walk in New England. I hope to get back up there when the leaves turn color.