A Chimney

By chance the children
find a chimney

while we wander
in a whimsy wood.

Their chorus calls me,
“Come and see!”

This simple monument,
a mean memorial

to a long-forgotten family
marks, like a grave,

the ground once witness to
their work and ways.

I faintly trace
foundation’s fragments.

While children guess
their names, I gaze

at the hearth once heated
by a hefty fire,

now cold and crumbling
corpse-like, crude.

Alone it’s left,
their legacy – a chimney.

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