Better days

junked willys jeep

True is it that we have seen better days. Dark are the hours as our time draws nigh. Memories wane, bones rattle, blind eyes glaze, The glory of our youth belie. Mired amongst the coppice, Where the earth doth strive to reclaim, Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, There’s no one ‘cept self to blame.

Into the light

Finally, after meager years lost in the wilderness, Willys and his family escape the pinewood jungle. Squinting against dazzling sunlight, they face an unfamiliar and frightening world. Turning ‘round, they return to Shangri-La. NaBloPoMo 30/30