This poem is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #45.
Standing on the shoreline I gaze across the river
The day is chilly but yet I stay put and shiver
Daydreaming with memories of my childhood
Of all the times when I’d come here to collect driftwood
The water back then was always choppy
We’d ride down to the river in my father’s jalopy
I come here now to reminisce
Here is where we had our first kiss
So many wonderful memories
Over half a century
This has to be my favorite place
Memories that I’ll always embrace
© Susan Zutautas 2019
So lovely, Susan.
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Thanks, Dale!
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There’s no place like the place where you grew up.
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That’s for sure.
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That is beautiful, like a true recollection 🙂
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