Rusting
Down grape vine hill
Just by the old shop
But not quite the pasture
They sat there rusting
Their eyes fogged
Their color faded
By tiny cat paw prints
In the dust
When I was just a boy
He scared me
Rotted seats hidden behind Corroded bumpers
Looked as fangs
In the flickering flood light
She was different
Scared not was I
But rather mournful
That she'd never be Shining again
But together I regret I disliked them
Stowed amongst the wood piles
Taking precious space
We otherwise had no need
Now they're gone
With the lot of it
From the bustling creek
Gone dry
To the hilltop barn
Which hath fallen
Even Gunner's Run Abandoned
And these memories
Of things I didn't love
I cherish
And these things I hid from
I miss
And this place I grew up
Is gone
Left to rust away
As some other child's Childhood