Behind These Trees

Behind these trees,
And upon the Hill
There’s history there
Laid deep and chill.

Early families there
Built what they could
Efficient and slim
For years they stood.

Generations died off
And others left
And many over years
Left lean and bereft.

But others too
Were led away
Where other family was
And perhaps better pay.

They stand as if
One were to wander in
That they’d tell their tales
Of now and what had been.

Best explore quickly now
Before it’s too late,
And before those who know
Are at the Pearly Gate.

For these treasures hidden
Behind these trees
Restored are what
This newer City needs.