Joseph T. Renaldi

Freshman - 505 Points (Frackville, Pennsylvania)

My Old Footlocker - Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi

My footlocker holds another world
in which I like to travel,
And my thoughts seem to be real
as slowly they begin to unravel.

An old military footlocker tightly packed
with memorabilia of former bases
look travel-packed and offers me
a fantasy ticket to former places.

Outmoded garb folded neatly
suggesting early military styling,
and instantly my present thoughts
with military service are reconciling.

A footlocker filled with many memories
transfers me from this present plane -
with eyes half closed, in humbleness,
I am a soldier again.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 8, 2011



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