The Wind Will Carry

‘An urban legend says: These old woods were preyed on.’ Let me tell you a story of where I grew up. A tale of the grounds behind my childhood home. There are screams, there is blood splatter, there is time lost, and time found. A cabin’s framework remains to remind us of what could happen again. Lest we forget the murders that tainted a town in it’s heyday. The worst crime ever committed here or so they say, with no motive. As the years passed the truth was lost to the game of telephone. All we have is here-say. But the wind will always simply carry… ‘Continue to walk.’ the trees whisper in your ear; Let the sunset rest.