This town has been a home to me
For more than half a century
Roads and streets have little changed
Though trees and bridges, once arranged
Have vanished through necessity.
Progress fills the open space
Where once I romped with carefree pace
Once grassy fields are covered now
The lazy graze of the summer cow
Once commonplace, is now erased.
Childhood haunts with berries sweet
Now buried under cold concrete
Tree-lined highways of scenic travel
Reduced to windswept dunes of gravel
Lining truck-laden earth-hauling streets.
I find the past, though bittersweet,
A comforting and safe retreat
Memories of choke cherries – a tempting red
Awoken from childhood’s memory bed
As autumn approaches, and memories fade
We nurture the memory of spring’s serenade.