A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.
1963 At Keswick Christian School in Seminole Florida. The big heavy piped swing set towered 400 feet into the air. the merry-go-round was as big as a flying saucer, with pipes for holding onto that would knock you flat if you stood to close. The live oak trees reached to the clouds with strands of spanish moss hanging low. The robins flying all over, dive bombing at my head, if I got to close to a nest. The blue jays never stopped their call.
I spent a lot of time there, it was an easy hike from my house through a grapefruit grove that was on its last legs. An un attended grove the fruit hanging for the picking.
I would station my self over some odd cone-shaped quarter sized craters in the sandy ground near the flying saucer. There was an insect that made this cone for trapping other insect. This insect sat just under the sand at the bottom of the cone waiting for its prey to slide down the slope. I could get it to come out by sliding small stones down the cone.
Then there where the sandspurs. a painful reminder not to go bare foot.It was worse than a brier patch to step in. They had barbs that drove into your foot and ankle. and took out all your skin when removed..
O there was also this other weed, in the field of dyeing grape fruit trees, that had a black seed head. you could place the stem in your mouth and if you were not watching a friend , sort of, would pull the stem through your mouth leaving you with black seeds all on your tongue.