For Laurie Hill <br />who suggested I write this. <br /> <br /> <br />Gone: <br />are the effervescent curves <br />of buildings that served <br />as lover's dreaming posts <br />in generation passed by. <br /> <br />Gone: <br />in the march of progress, <br />the landmarks of our youth <br />disappearing under bulldozers <br />and an expanding population growth. <br /> <br />Gone: <br />is all the heritage <br />that we grew up with <br />during our youthful summer <br />that was vacant with tears. <br /> <br />Gone: <br />like our youth <br />disappearing into nostalgia <br />with all the things we loved <br />only leaving stains in our memories. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />3 April 2012<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-377/
