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Nostalgia

Today I journeyed to
my youthful stomping grounds
around my father’s home on Morrow Place
to revel through the sight of them
in all the memories still attached to them:
of playing with my boyhood friends
and of discoveries of Dinosaurs and awe,
the mysteries of all the Catholic sacraments
and there within the halls
in the Museum built by Carnegie;
of wonder too in new deep snow
and sledding runs
the joys of Halloween
then Zorro, Robin Hood, and Tarzan
in the the books of ERB
that filled
and shaped the clay of me

and saw the willow trees that graced the house
where I grew up
that beckoned me with heights to climb
so that I’d come to know what courage is
are gone and lost to time.

Remembrance is a two edged sword.
It elevates and wounds.
The world is set to make it so
that all the things we wish  to keep
alive and  part of us
are taken from us far too soon.
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