THE END OF THE ROAD

At the end of the road was a sign

that read “No access. keep out” and

there the asphalt ended while

beyond lay a wooded area that as

children we explored with no thought to

the prospect of snakes or other wild

critters.

In the woods we searched for pieces of pottery

and puttered around in a creek that never seemed

to run dry.  I don’t recall that we ever found

anything worth saving, but it didn’t matter,

The End of the Road was our place to roam and

play and explore.

Then one day we went to play and found a chain

link fence had been built at the end of the road

with big  yellow signs that read ‘NO TRESSPASSING”

and at dinner we heard our parents talking about

the town houses that were to be built in our special

place The woods were to be torn down to make way

for the houses.  They called it progress.

“Well’, I told my two younger brothers, ” We are really

too old to play in the woods anymore, anyway”

It was the end of an era, at The End Of The Road.

 

Sandra Lee Smith

Originally posted February 11, 2012

Updated August 27, 2018

Sandy’s footnote: Growing up, I had two younger brothers and my best friend, Patti, had two younger brothers. There were many wooded areas all around North Fairmount when we were young children and in the summertime we would pack lunches and go up to the woods to explore. I don’t remember exactly when we stopped going up to the woods with our picnic lunches that were sometimes nothing more than peanut butter crackers. Aside from Patti & her younger brothers and me with mine, the rest of the story is all fiction. – sls

 

 

 

 

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