Still Left Wondering

So after spending the day at work, brett came over and we spent the night watching ninja turtles and making smores-i love being 5 years old! woot. it was fun. miss someone. that's about it. hoping, waiting. you know the drill.

Alabama

Ghosts dance through Dixie,
and find a craw fish boil in the spring.
Quite a few stories remaining largely deconstructed at a fork in the road.
Surrounded by cotton gins.
Something new slowly pieced together.
One still remains beside an overgrown river cemetery.
Once an attic town with visions of abandoned hamlets and disappeared places.
Travelers visiting chapters of history,
walking in shadows.
Journey through a tortured, haunting war.