Listening To Barry Goldwater Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Prescott's town square where, when I was a child, Dad brought us there to hear Barry Goldwater speak - when he was running for president.
A memory of brilliant remembrance in the child part of my brain.
Looking around now through that image, I can see what I saw back then.
Shade of the trees, lots of people, feeling the safety of being there with my parents and sisters.
An engulfing memory, living still within me, when taken out and looked at I remember good things and happier times of childhood.