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Relic of a Softer Time
He is a living artifact from a time long-since past
cracked and worn in places,
yet still formidable in form and substance.
Estranged from an era now sadly obsolete,
he wears a coat of rust -
a relic of a softer time.
Instead of the main road nearest,
he takes to the woods.
Don’t worry - he knows the way home.
He travels a path now nearly overgrown,
which sensuously oozes a peculiar,
rich flavor all its own -
brother to the residue that’s found
after a steady summer’s rain
on an aged dogwood’s leaves.
He’s ancient history to most,
an impediment to the ways of a hurried world.
He grips tenaciously (yet quietly) to fables and poetry,
nobility and deliberation,
passion and romance.
The last vestiges of a
flow through his storied frame,
old-soul ways carefully marinated by time,
now regrettably marginalized in this strange, stale world –
as he heads home to rest.
Do you know him?
~ Bill Breneman ~