Return

I'd rather not return my neighbors went to see the chimney toppled over the fallen pecan tree the room where we had supper collapsed beneath the weight the storm had smashed it all my mother's garden gate the landscape turned asunder by cruel tornadic wrath that I could never find my childhood woodland path in my enchanted forest the trees are bleached like chalk the brush reclaims the ruins where barefoot I would walk but still the creek is flowing adventure all around another boy is wandering to see what can be found