The library, church, elementary and junior high school were buildings significant to my childhood. Their appearances would suggest that they were built around the same era with bricks from the same brickyard perhaps by the same bricklayers. I never knew their history only their halls and rooms.
A tornado destroyed the schools. The old library has been purchased for an upscale living space. The church still has service once a week by a visiting pastor who says God is good. The organist plays but there is no choir. High on the steeple, bells still ring out the time and a tune.
oh what memories
built from debris of the past
rip through the springtime
dVerse prompt to write a haibun on your hometown