Monday, July 27, 2009


                                      Brenda Bryant



The young man returned
After long years away.
He ran up the old familiar steps.
And then he stopped!
Where there should have been 
Where there should have been
Where there should have been
For a moment he stood nonplussed,
Not daring to go further.
A passer-by called out
'Pulled down five year ago, mate.
The owners died.'
The young man returned to his car
And drove away.
The same mood here:


Dr.John said...

This time you have reached a new level. There is wonderful. So very well done.

Anonymous said...

Splendid aisle of trees. No figures in the depths of the image but a tiny scene. Great.

Patty said...

Sad poem but I love Black and White photos.

SandyCarlson said...

How swift, and not so swift, all at once. Such is life. Ouch.

Tumblewords: said...

A lifetime in this short piece. Well done -

quilly said...

This is a beautiful photo. And how sad to come home too late.

This is one of my favorite pieces.

James said...

Very nice picture. I'm happy that I am able to see it. For the last several weeks I couldn't get on your blog for some reason.

Anne said...

The picture and the words mix so well :-) just love the feeling in this picture you must know.


slim said...

This really works. Is the writing yours as well?

Gerald (Ackworth born) said...

There is a lot of demolition going on at present.

Jane Hards Photography said...

This is a very unique way to monochrome.

Kat said...

Loved the poem. It was like a movie story captured in poem, with all the mystery and suspense..!!!!