Where The Heart Is

There is a road close by that time forgot.  A family passes through the archaic wooden home.  Children take the place of their parents and then grandchildren push them away even further.  The neglected barn begins to invite ivy, dandelions, and critters.  A skunk finds residence and the old horse poop becomes a permanent fixture.  The horse has been dead for quite some time, but his poop lasts, leaves a legacy, marks what the body cannot: infinity.  Plants will grow on the mound of poop, and the horse will once again prove that only he can transcend time.  On this road that time has forgotten, a bridge is touted for its historical significance.  There isn't enough money to fix it, though, and it begins the disintegration like many other things that time has forgotten.  An old brownstone archway marks the entrance to this road.  Contemporary politicians mark the archway with a yellow iron gate--their attempt at pointing out something old that should not be touched.  High school students get lost on the road, find the river below it, and fasten the rope swing to a Red Wood along its bank.  The trees hide the secrets, the river washes away impurity, and the students pass down the secret to the next group.  Time has forgotten the family that lives in the old wooden house at the road's end.  On the other side of the river, there is the aunt.  She has a larger home.  The river, fast moving with its ability to cut and drown, separates the disappointed from the home that time has forgotten.  Builders survey the road that time has forgotten, and they leave just a quickly as the thought of gold appeared.