Echo

Tiny caterpillars escaping from the web

Of their cocoon to freedom

Hurriedly engaging in their activity on the bark

Sunbeams directed through the woods like a halo

Dogs barking in the distance

Their echo heard suddenly

Berries ripe for the taking

As the branches limp from their weight

Through the years trees growing

Between the cracks of the pavement

The parking lot is weed trodden already

As those who came here wept for their loved ones

A sanitarium for tuberculosis

Where in the past there had been no cure

No escape route here for them in those days

But still devastated tears from long ago

 

Done