Tell me all about sepia toned days

The afternoons drenched with nostalgia

With dark oak corridors and occupation

Searchlights and bombsquads

Find for us those ultimate moments of heroism

Thjose guitar afternoons,  on the porch by the lake

With cousins and watermelon and lakelight

Clutch her hand sharing popcorn and watch

Spellbound as Norman Bates reminds us of

Our need for a firm grip,  a need for memory

Understanding and compassion

Find for us the image of evolving god

That smile within each of us,  all are free

And widen the space,  carve a niche

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hawksquaw99's picture

just out checking out some of your other work.... another one that I like.... so far I think I have found some really cool and thought provoking poetry....