Distant Memory

I drove out to the north fork of Long Island with my boyfriend the day after Halloween a place we had gone almost every weekend in October. The difference was undescribable. The once booming fall festive place were you waited in traffic to drive down the

 

   

The pumpkin stands are gone

The remnants of autumn fun are all that are left

Fields are vacant

Littered only with a few decaying pumpkins

The ones unlucky enough to find a home

Corn mazes left to wither

Haunted houses boarded up

A booming sight in weeks past

Nothing more then desolate land

The season is changing

Fall will soon be nothing more then a distant memory

Winter will take its place

Christmas tree signs will resuscitate the land

Children will be laughing

Waiting in line to borrow Santa's ear

Bundled up with hot cocoa warming their hands

Christmas Carols will be heard through the air

The spirit of the season ringing out to all

The holiday will come and go

The land will once again be left alone

Becoming nothing more then a distant memory    

Reviews

[Comatose]

Wow, the raw lonliness expressed in this wonderful piece is so touching....very well done.

[Tina Kline]

Leaves like of a desolate feeling. But that lonely place, I bet, has a beauty all its own. Peaceful and quite where you can just relax. Even winter has its own sort of loveliness. Excellent write. I really enjoyed reading this.

[Jmartins]

I really love this poem. OMG!! Really good

[Sarah]

wow. this was very amazing. i didn't think that would be what the poem was about when you said distant memory lol but good job :D

[Gus McFarland]

Theresa, Funny how things come, and go. I like your style in this poem. Discriptive and passionate. I never looked at it this way before. The pumkins are gone here too. The places where they were being sold stand empty. Just as you say, the place will be filled with Christmas trees soon. Then, they too will be just a distant memory.

Well done!

Gus McFarland

[Nicole]

This made me feel sad for the land.. no one or thing wants to become a distant memory...this brought me back to Mr. Cuddles...haha. My favorite toy, but now he's chucked in some dark box alone.
Just like a distant memory.
Its ironic hah, I flashed to the past remembering the good ol' days.
Well done, this is one of my favorites. xDD

[Angel Veselinov]

Very good point that everything eventually becomes a good memory but actually what is memory if nobody can understand it :0

[Al Yerks]

Very discriptive, I can feel the empty and cold fields, the smell of the decaying pumpkins fills my nostrils, and I can feel the warmth of the coming Christmas Season. Great job...very well written!

[deeps]

This is wonderful! I don't even want to think about Christmas yet! LOL

[Vertigo]

beautifully written =]