in the buckeye field

in the buckeye field
they grow strong, large
the family's close
but in between
the stumps, charred from
lightning that once struck

jagged memories
they stand between
brother and sister
father and daughter
mother and son
parents

in the buckeye field
barns fall rotting
a U-shape
of rotting yet standing
scars in the tall grass
mark fences fallen

in the buckeye field
the remaining trees watch
the traffic flow by their picture in memories
of when they all stood tall

the black and white view
easy to spot
cornered into a traffic light
a color not there

in the buckeye field
memories never fade
they rot
or disolve
into a pile of ashes shot down from light