I pondered when i heard that they had bulldozed the old mansion located on the shores of Great Neck, New York destroying the old mansion that F. Scott Fitzgerald viewed as he wrote the Great Gatsby and here is what fell from my mind.
There was a distant white mansion with large pillars of alabastor
Small snippets of conversations dirfted across the water
Music seranaded the patrons.. soft tinkling noises permeated the air
Lights.. soft pastels.. illuminated.. reflected ..soft echoes across the rolling water
Gayly they mingled.. the waters sending their siren song of vague rememberence
Sadly as the night waned.. the lights dimmed...
And the water had forgotten the songs earlier remembered and they faded as dust in the wind
someone asked "how can water fade as dust?"
Doesn't matter.. my story
All things earthly wane.. it is as it should be.. but not completely forgotten
This is the story of the great gatsby mansion of f. scott fitzgerald's 1920 story.. i was sad by its passing and wanted to record its passing with dignity... made me want to cry..but didn't.