Patrick O'Reilly

Rookie (1988 / St John's, NL)

My Memories Of A Townhouse - Poem by Patrick O'Reilly

I was three and four
With a baby brother in my arms
Walking around the smoky city,
Hiking through concrete canyons.
I stood and gazed up in awe
At the Murray Premises, the Blarney Stone
The soldier statue, the big ships in the harbour.
In my innocence I loved them all.

Then feet and wheels started moving
And I forgot how it felt
To stand high atop Signal Hill,
Protecting the city,
Or to feel sandwiched
Between two other brightly coloured blocks.
In my age, I still love them all.
In my sadder times, I miss them.

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  • (11/21/2006 7:30:00 PM)

    Patrick, come home! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 30, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 20, 2006

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