Old Lady Rust

There is a swing set that overlooks the town 

it has been splattered red and brown by time

Scabs of wear permeate from it's core

The wind cries nostalgia as it passes

The children are rendered mere on-lookers

The enveloping grass is bleached and uncut

On occasion an old woman will walk up

With skin as coarse as bark

With expressions timeless

Her ancient limbs take root in the cold earth

Old Lady Rust 

Old Lady Rust

That is Old Lady Rust 

Reviews

[B]

That's a very expressive piece
I love the link you paced in
The chains with the old lady
As if they both just stay there
Unattended
Growing old with time as the only company
and some wind

Awesome......