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My Home Town 11/21/00
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My Home Town 11/21/00 |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware 
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News on the radio and TV Tells me Buffalo is blanketed Two feet of snow fell yesterday While I feel for the kids Whose school busses were stranded My childhood memories returned I remember trudging four blocks Through such snows to school I remember the shoveled snow piled In mountains six feet high On either side of driveways Where we made igloos Where we played ‘King of the Hill’ I remember playing ‘Fox and Chickens’ In the big yard on the corner (Tag on snow tramped pathways) Nostalgia swept over me. There’s a beauty in such snows Trees decorated Down to the smallest branch Every unsightly urban element Covered in pristine white A quiet seldom heard On usually bustling streets Until finally echelons of plows Begin their traverse Building snow-banks Like brown sugar piles On Cream of Wheat It is cold here It is clear here The wind is icy And I’m glad we’re snow free Yet I still wish I could Be back in my boyhood home Secure behind the window Drinking hot chocolate Looking out At God’s wintry decorations There are places inside our souls - that have never been touched. There are places inside our hearts - that need to be loved this much. ~Janet Mar |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
childhood memories are wonderful..to only be a child again...enjoyed bill...happy thanksgiving with your family..  ~Victoria~ A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I know what you mean Wilfred I remember those snow castles and the tunnels we made through them....it was a great time for kids...we used to play road hockey and use two hunks of ice snow for the net posts and run back and forth for hours pretending we were hockey stars...everybody had a nickname....but on a clear winter starlit night when things quieted down it seemed like you could hear for miles...a distant dog barking sounded like it was on the other side of the earth. I never played fox and chickens but you brought the waves of nostalgia over me with your words.... the 2nd to last verse you've written here is a wonderful descrition of winter right down to the sounds of the plows and the banks they create.....good work!!!! |
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Lillian Starling New Member
since 2000-11-21
Posts 8 |
How beautiful. Although I grew up in a very different area (on the beaches of Corpus Christie), this poem took me back to the days of my childhood. It captures the feelings of "looking back." I really enjoyed this piece Lillian |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
Victoria - ethome - Lillian - Here I am writing about snow banks to two texans - woo hoo - anyhow - sounds like ethome can identify - -I'm glad you all enjoyed - thank you |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Bill--What wonderful imagery...makes me wish to live in snow for just a little while...I never lived in snow, but it was always in the mountains behind our house in winter...my folks would take my brother and I up there...for snowball fights..6 pair of socks and gollashes...and the snow went right over the top and into the boot...fun memories...and your's were too. |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
I remember...the splat of a well thrown snowball...the taste of snow ice cream...the feel of that first snowflake kissing my cheeks...I remember |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
Paula - Lots of fun snow things to remember Thanks |
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Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
Wilfred, Wonderful memories you have shared here. Thank you. LW Poetry should surprise by fine excess...it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts and appear almost a remembrance. -J.Keats |
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