The Mound ©

Windfall (Joiner 1992)

I often wander to the mound
'Neath which my heart reposed,
But where my heart once sweetly slept
The thorns and switches grow.
Once when young, I left my heart
All safely in the ground,
I placed a marker on the spot
And camouflaged the mound.

In later years, I wandered back
To take it from its womb,
But where my heart once sweetly slept
Had become a tiny tomb.
I tore the tiny casings wide,
My friends looked on dismayed,
For inside there lay a molded heart
'Mid ideals that had decayed.


Beverly Hearn Cook