New Homes

New Homes They came that day the turtles screamed. "New Homes" they said, as the catfish swam on their backs, looking for air, or just a way out. The marsh, an old friend, new and old home to many, wept her waters before the 'dozers. I remember moving many of my friends to the safety of the river and knowing in a saddened heart they were too few. Years now gone by I have been back to see in bitterness the sign that marks a graveyard and a desolation. "For Sale" the waters kept returning to the old marshland from the river and some man's dream of New Homes lies shattered over the bodies of my childhood friends. Mark Taurone 5-31-85