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The road from childhood draws us back.
Is it like it was before in the past?
Memories sharp but unfocused , hasy , dreaming.
No hurry no worries,
walking into the morning mist.
Is it like it was,
I rememered or is that all past ?
Walking.......back.





Phograph courtesy philip greenspun
Poems by greg Dritschel®