An Old Man's Travelogue

Here there were gardens once. Don't laugh:
I saw them grow.
Who would have thought that garden soil
Could harden so?

Here there were hillside once, where grass
Grew green and fat.
Who would have thought those ancient hills
Could fall so flat?

Here there were woods and streams. I grew
A maple there.
Who would have thought that forest paths
Could grow so bare?

That was a decade back. We've grown
To quite a town.
Who would have thought what Time would scythe
So quickly down.