Feeling melancholy of late,

Remembrances come, some great,

Others seem to trickle in my brain,

Running they are against the grain…

My hometown before many storms,

A wooden boardwalk, splinters common,

Under the boards, shaded and cool,

Money found lying on the surface,

Dropped through the cracks,

Escaping of tourists, the swarms…

The movies on the pier,

The waves underneath,

Shaking the building, causing fear,

The old scary movies there,

Shaking we did of our teeth,

To no one else would I this memory bequeath…

© ed ~ 10/04/08