Crest Lane Poem by Bill Upton

Crest Lane



Within the loose leaf remnants of poetry from yore
Lies the magic spirit of childhood memory,
Transparent through glistening eyes.
A gleeful smile returns
With distant thoughts of youth
When the poems of the Masters
Were the sounding board of the day.
The rhythm of the past returns.
The shackles of time and age loosen and fall off
From the memory of verse and prose once loved.
Life is new and fresh and free.
The search outside the box to find the elixir,
The Ponce de Leon 'Fountain of Youth' is over.
It is here
Between the loose leaf remnants of poetry from yore.
The travails of love and hope and laughter and life
Are all revealed again.
The barriers between all the years in between
Melt into the sunshine with a reaffirmation of life...
And all that was good.

Saturday, June 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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