The Mag 285

American dream


In the detritus
Of a life left behind
I find dioramas
In my mind
Second grade snapshots
Of the american dream
The Waltons had one
In theirs the Cleavers had fun
Dreams of cinematic
Days gone bye
Of a bygone era
The baby boomers
All had rooms
Or
Yards to play in
In the attic of the home
That is no longer ours
I come by this memory
Of yours
And all my scars
Stand at attention
Each one just the same
A memory of
Days gone by
Bygone relics of the
American dream


Chris McQueeney ©2015


This post inspired by the image prompt from Tess at The Mag.