The Sixteen-Acre Block
Thursday, December 27th, 2007Behind my home, down deep in the bottom
wrapped in brambles, barbed-wire, and posted signs
lies a flat piece of land called the sixteen-acre block.
Sixteen acres of fertile soil, green grass reaching
for the sun high above.
A small wood cabin rests
on the sixteen-acre block
watching and waiting
for the passing of day.
Forgotten by progress, time forsaken.
Behind my home, down deep [...]