Hiraeth

Hiraeth

May 11, 2025

I cannot return from whence I came

The landscape that is lies fallow no more

From its former majesty springs

Concrete foundations

And asphalt drives

Pre-planned for buyers

With more dollars than sense

I yearn for the days of yesteryear

Where blue skies were blue

Running water took the monikers

Of crystal and clear

And silence, serene silence

Was the mean

And not an outlier

It was the last of the

Last of idyllic manors

A simpler time for simpler folk

Forsaking quantity over quality

I have my memories of its grandeur

I also have my memories of letting it go

A price I will eternally pay