Rosebud?

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago,
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.


Let It Be Forgotten, by Sara Teasdale


Today's walk took me to another old camp, not too far away from the last one. This one is better known, however, since it sits on the shore of the pond. It was a beautiful, still morning, and I got to spend quite a while observing a pair of loons in the little cove. No plaintive cries this today, it was all soft squeaky cooing noises. A real treat. 

This camp obviously gets more upkeep than the last, and there were signs someone would be back this summer to do some gardening and shingle repair. Still, off at the edge of the woods I found this tableau of old toys. How long has it been since they were driven across the porch, or floated in the pond? Has some nostalgic impulse kept them here on the old table to rot away into the scenery, or have they just been carelessly forgotten about as their owner turned their attention to other,  "more important" affairs?