My great grandfather
built his home in Southern Iowa
out back was a grove of ash trees
the people called the town Ash Grove
now gone from the map
I can still see the changing color
of leaves falling to the ground
dVerse quadrille prompt on the word ash
4 thoughts on “Ash Grove”
such a sweet memory, Jane ❤
I love the conversational tone in this. It seems almost impossible that a town could disappear so quickly, but I know it happens. There’s something very poignant in that last memory.
I can picture it myself from the image you’ve conjured up: haunting!
This one reminds me how values are so deep seeded & rooted in experience.My heart aches for the loss of muscadine & wild plum in Georgia.