The sun remembers you
Slopes that were tufted, swaying
To the tune of one farmhouse,
One farmhouse or two
With sway-backed beam barns
–
This road was unborn then
And trees wandered to tracks
Bereft of trains
Where that one other road
Gravel, held houses in bends
Of dust and autumn leaves
–
The snow under our feet
Is no longer
And our laughter in the wilderness
From school to stove-side
Has been painted over
By roofs and asphalt unending
Serial Outlet 
A lovely nostalgic look at the way things were, with a wistful touch.
Thank you 🙂 I paid a visit to my former neighbourhood, things change!