The children still play in the old school field.The trees stand in the same places,Shed leaves in the same season,Look bare in winter like before,They’re just bigger than on that dayWhen you and I climbed so highHid in their branches And were possessed by make believe.I was happy then.The crime was that I did not … Continue reading The Old School Field
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Monday Musings
Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidencesLong ago it must beI have a photographPreserve your memoriesThey're all that's left youBookends by Paul Simons My mother has moved back to near where I grew up. Last week I went to visit her being the … Continue reading Monday Musings
Letters To Pogue 