an empty yard, a leafless tree

a house that only used to be

now there isn't much to see

but this place meant a lot to me


dirt road to a gravel drive

a creek bed perfect place to hide

rutted pastures tall with weeds

lightning bugs and centipedes     


but now i lay me down to sleep

with city lights my soul to keep

i guess that's how it had to be

still that place meant a lot to me


James Hold


Bio:  James is a a retired Systems Analyst living in Texas. He has several self-published books available at Amazon.