Rueful Memories
A City Boy Remembers
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Children fishing a wooded stream
Bring back memories,
like a dream
Of peace � the peace that I once knew
Before the sadness came and grew.
It was not
�silence' that I heard
Not me � I listened to the birds
The music of water rushing by,
And gentle breezes like a
sigh.
I heard the crickets' strident calls,
Reveled in peace, held in thrall.
Cares soothed by
idyllic woods,
I should have stayed, while I could
Beside that melodic forest brook.
I should have done
what it took
To remain forever near its banks,
Exploring down its tree-lined flanks.
Instead, I left
and lived a war;
I lost my peace forevermore.
All the
brooks that dance to sea
Will never bring it back to me. |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2005
Listed
February 19, 2011 |
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