“I still find each day too short
For all the thoughts I want to think,
All the walks I want to take,
All the books I want to read,
And all the friends I want to see.”
John Burroughs
I recently took a nostalgic trip
Back to my old neighborhood
The very place where I grew up
A place to me, that was very good
I parked in front of our old homestead
What marvelous memories, came to mind
Of my family, friends, and very loyal old pets
In my mind, a nostalgic movie began to unwind
I suddenly pictured my old dog, Tiger, in the window
Lovingly waiting there, for me to return home from school
Then, I pictured my grandmother, sending me across the street
To the tiny old hardware store, a place I had thought so very cool
I eventually headed off down the street, towards our old parish church
The door was unlocked, so I headed inside, and silently sat in a back row
My mind wandered back to all the weddings and funerals I’d attended here
Of so many relatives and friends and people in this neighborhood I had known
As I was getting up to leave, I noticed another person, now entering the church’s door
He somehow looked familiar, and as I approached him, he smiled, and held out his hand
An old childhood friend, who was also feeling nostalgic, was on a similar journey that day
We walked over to a familiar neighborhood pub for a trip back through time that was grand
I now find each day much too short
For all the thoughts I want to think,
All the walks that I still want to take,
All the books that I still want to read,
All the places that I still want to visit,
And all the old friends I still want to see.
©2009, Mr. Ed
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Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
Fee
Love,
tiger lily
Great write, Ed. I like the John Burroughs quote.
In Spirit,
Bear
Cheers,
Dan
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Nancy