Roy Ernest Ballard

A Street View - Poem by Roy Ernest Ballard

Like a lover, lost, forlorn,
I google up 'Street View'
to find the town where I was born
which might be made anew
or still have those same, happy paths
my childish knowing knew.

On a screen I see the place,
how time is sharp of tooth,
where I stepped out with early grace
and flexible with youth,
unburdened with the memory
of what my country used to be.

Memory retains the best:
the woody hill, the stream,
things for a tiny time possessed
that now seem like a dream
and brief as motes that flash and go
upon a sunny beam.

A childish day is like a year;
my years are like a day.
What's gone before is all too clear
for time tears veils away
and ancient have become the things
that I hold dear today.

Topic(s) of this poem: changes, childhood , memory

Comments about A Street View by Roy Ernest Ballard

  • Dimitrios Galanis (12/8/2016 3:10:00 PM)

    An innovative conception to describe childish memories. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 1, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, February 8, 2016

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