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Old Ways
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" That's When Those Funny, Familiar, Forgotten Feelings Start Walking All Over Me "....Tom Jones .......................................................................... I went back to my old stomping ground The scenes of my childhood and preparatory years Searching amongst the debris and rubble of fractured and forgotten dreams For a discernible link that coupled the past with the present Moving like a detached phantom from one haunted room to another Symbols of a bygone era clinging for life like lichens on a cliff edge Long since gone is the crescendo and din of the crowded and merry playground Buried beneath an avalanche of devastating perspectives and sea change circumstances I look around to see if I can catch a glimpse of your shadow Or a trace of your bewitching smile And the twinkling of your magic eyes, like diamonds in the sea Recalling those marvellous promises you gave me from your loving heart The way I clung to the atmospheric dreams you spun Kindled as I was to the core, by the hope of what was to come I wandered along the beach cutting a solitary figure A swooping tern took the bare look of me As I came across the rickety beach hut, where we changed before we swum I spied our initials carved within a faded heart The remnants of a love that shook the world And I sighed inside, because there's still a lasting vestige within That eclipses time and change forever more Copyright by Peter Paton 2006

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Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK

Reviewed on January 30, 2006

Memories,i.e. Sadly Too Many Look Back Whence They Should Be Looking To Future--In Blink Of An Eye Tomorrow Becomes Today In Their Mourning!

We All Have Memories Few Ever Good Those We Cling Onto--If You Haven't Found Out By Now Those You Love Most Hurt You THe Most!

Total Strangers Care More Than Blood Family...Never Take Anything Or Anyone For Granted!

You Have Unique N Different Write Way Of Looking Back On Good Memories...

TRASK

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on January 30, 2006

A wondrful memoir which made me recall a similar time. I think we carry vestiges of those we truly loved, in our hearts forever. they are imprinted and sealed there. Beautiful poetry Peter!Bravo!

Eileen^

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on January 30, 2006

It gives us eternal youth. Great!!

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on January 30, 2006

Thanks for sharing this walk with you!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Reviewed on January 30, 2006

This one is so well written Peter it spoke Volumes to me.

Love Joselyn

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on January 30, 2006

AH...I do know this feeling. In a meadow not too far away from me in the San Isabel National Forest of Colorado there are two aspen trees that have my intitials carved in a heart entwined with the memories of another! I do go back from time to time and reminisce, that monogrammed heart faded to old gray and barely visible. The picnic table that was sitting under one of those old aspen trees also had my initials carved with anothers. That table is long gone, but the memories linger. The things we do for love! I love this Old Ways write, Peter. Those waffle stomper tracks in the sand speak volumes. Been there, done that.

Sage

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on January 30, 2006

My old stomping grounds are all new housing estates...

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on January 30, 2006

Puppy love sometimes turns out to be the love of your life. Well done Peter in your walk back in time.

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