Old Memories... Jan 27th,2014 - Poem by James Bredin
Hounded by my memories of fifty, sixty years ago,
Hamilton, Cornwallis, Halifax and then Toronto,
Great places then, great memories … gone with the wind,
So, I’d like to go back and do it all again but I’d have to pretend.
Or did I see you in Moncton waiting to see that tidal bore?
Or was it in Montreal listening to the pipes in the Eaton’s store?
I’d love to know French just to understand what they say,
But that was way back during the red ensign flag days.
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