Remember

Old cane rocking chairs
Sit silently on wooden porches
Recalling the days of laughter
Children using sticks for baseball bats

Covered bridge down by the creek
Relives its younger years
When old men fished for Friday's food
Sun renewed their strength

Red convertible rusting on its frame
Hears distant sounds of teenage girls
Scarves flying in the wind
Summers sweet abandon

Mountain path overgrown
Once traveled by moccasins
Remembers being respected
By people in awe of her beauty

Sunset closes her eyes
Waiting for lovers to revisit
Once again to hear her stories
Chanted softly by the wind