Abandoned - Poem & Video

The following poem and images/video come from an afternoon walk stumbling through the local area...

Abandoned

As the dusty track drifts by,

there confronts a site for the eye,

A rainbow of colour of shape and form,

a teddy bear perched alone, forlorn.

Disregarded, dumped amassed in heaped abandonment.

What story, what stories could be told, of streets skated and parties paraded,

Maybe well-meaning donation to cause or call?

What story of the one who tipped it, leaving it… surrendering to nature’s call.

A little distance and a further sight,

A historic tombstone, a shed of shit,

a towering wheel now but a bird’s lonely perch.

remnants of mining and industry long lost.

Tired tyres adorn the fence line finishing the boundary with a blackened mar,

‘Fire started deliberately – call for information’, 
police - BEWARE!

Fun or frolics, malicious madness?

Youthful experiment or adult indulgence.

Yes what grows there, what shoots from death?

Amongst rust and rubble new life is there.

A small shoot, a poppy striving for the sky,

A burst of daisy brightness adorns peppery powder with a hint of industrial grey.

A reincarnate railway,

a folly and some fun,

a leisure time activity,

a tourist trap… for one?

A track awaits to hazy heights past a different kind of abandon,

For field of fruitful crops give way, to wilds of meandering meadow.

Left, rejected for a while, fallow… not in season.

Yet life is there;

shimmering seed,

insect, bird and honey bee

Hidden in grassy waves new life,

springing up from sallow soil.

Abandoned yes, yet what potential?

What lays within, what stories might be painted or created?