Frozen in Time, a poem by Bob Story
Dec 9, 2019 11:40:38 #
I came upon this place, nearly lost in time,
Beckoning like the mystery of an unsolved crime,
Where life became fragile and succumbed to its fate,
Forgotten by progress and avoided by the Interstate,
This old map shows it was once there,
But alas, now it’s just miles from nowhere,
Broken down buildings with signs painted on,
The colors now faded, the words nearly gone,
An old John Deere covered by weeds and dust,
A victim of time and just left there to rust,
Once proud gas pumps still waiting in line,
Ethyl by the gallon, at a point forty-nine,
A windmill without any vanes, its turn had ceased,
A skeleton in the wind, but still standing at least,
Yet... life lingers there still, you can see it if you look,
Golden summer sunlight dancing for the pictures I took,
A place just waiting on this forgotten ground,
For the eye of the camera to come around,
Captured through the lens and now frozen in time,
Images for posterity in this new digital paradigm,
Now, history will surely be written of this new age,
When our lives in binary numbers became the rage,
Still...there is this notion that pictures will always last,
Because life has more meaning when seeing our past.
Beckoning like the mystery of an unsolved crime,
Where life became fragile and succumbed to its fate,
Forgotten by progress and avoided by the Interstate,
This old map shows it was once there,
But alas, now it’s just miles from nowhere,
Broken down buildings with signs painted on,
The colors now faded, the words nearly gone,
An old John Deere covered by weeds and dust,
A victim of time and just left there to rust,
Once proud gas pumps still waiting in line,
Ethyl by the gallon, at a point forty-nine,
A windmill without any vanes, its turn had ceased,
A skeleton in the wind, but still standing at least,
Yet... life lingers there still, you can see it if you look,
Golden summer sunlight dancing for the pictures I took,
A place just waiting on this forgotten ground,
For the eye of the camera to come around,
Captured through the lens and now frozen in time,
Images for posterity in this new digital paradigm,
Now, history will surely be written of this new age,
When our lives in binary numbers became the rage,
Still...there is this notion that pictures will always last,
Because life has more meaning when seeing our past.
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