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Nostalgic Glimpses
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Nostalgic Glimpses |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Where there once was a spreading chestnut tree Was an anvil on it’s side in the sand, A ring of stone where fire once would be This was a place where steel was formed by hand. A layer of Americana crust Where the start of a new country was made Now it is covered with a red brown rust Shoved aside by the coming dozer blade, Soon this will be new asphalt or concrete History falls beneath the spreading rush To parking lot, a building or a street, Tomorrow leaves just yesterday’s dust To float across the sunbeams of the day Swirling with memories and drift away. Gloom |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Gloomy, Very well penned. You know, I live in an area where just a few years ago it was all wooded. Now I call it "Yuppyville". Nothing much left of the trees. Sigh... Anyway..as always..I love this writing. Susan |
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SuperGlueRyan Junior Member
since 2003-06-16
Posts 45Possum Kingdom |
Very nice. I used to live in the dilapated old factory part of a town in the rust-belt region of the midwest. I'm all too well associated with the "red brown rust". I'm dually impressed. [This message has been edited by SuperGlueRyan (08-18-2003 01:42 PM).] |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
nicely portrayed,,, |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
I fear you're right, Brother Gloom....for the good or bad of it. In this poem you say it as well with the atmosphere as with the words that create it. Well done. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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