Joseph T. Renaldi
Memory Lane - Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
As I sat on the glider on the front porch
And watched the attractive twilight glow,
I took an imaginary trip down memory lane
And envisioned the colorful flowers in a row.
The aroma of perfume from the flowering shrubs,
The scent of the freshly cut grass,
The fragrance from the assortment of flowers,
All mingled in an identifiable mass.
I heard the rousing voices of children,
How carefree and excited they seem.
I heard the clanging of a distant bell
As I continued my journey to fulfill my dream.
I heard the mourning dove cooing
And an owl hooting on the nearby hill.
I heard a variety of birds chirping,
Interrupting my dream that finally became nil.
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