There once was a forest in Tiffany Park. The trees were worn and tangled yet full of life; native plants and mosses provided splashes of color.
Deer and raccoon, owls and woodpeckers, all called it home.
Dogs and their walkers visited daily and there boys built their forts.
The woods were the stuff of childhood but I was not here then.
I came later when the Tiffany Park Woods became the backdrop to my dream house.
Until one day the woods were sold and the loggers rolled in.
They ripped out the trees where they were firmly planted for generations.
‘So violent,’ we said. ‘We didn’t expect it.’
Time went by and streets were paved and lampposts added.
And finally there was a house – a model house – like a luxury hotel at luxury prices.
With ninety more like it to come.
I won’t be buying one but that’s okay – I already have my dream house.
It still remains on the other side.
Inspired by life and Lorna’s prompt, ‘Dream House.’