Flashes of memory from my long ago past. |
A sweep of green, sweet summer breeze recall my toddler days A forest lea, leaf dappled sky, sift slow through mental haze Pacific Northwest family home paternal people live Cascade mountains, wooded glade did childhood pleasure give Cool, misty, summer afternoon, family time well spent Long gone people, places too, these glimpses give a hint,, Of spending perfect days at play beneath a cloud free sky The images I catch are few and fleeting, cause a sigh Around the time of my fourth year we left the mountain crown Headed east, across the land, first to my grandma's town My mother's mom and father's home, our resting place back there Before we started south to school, my father's house of prayer Through plains and rolling foothills, down to the Smoky Mountains My solid memories start back then, near Carson Newman's fountains. A theologic school no more, back then was seminary Thunder Road, fresh on the screen, the ending wreck was scary A chain of conscious memory is anchored in that place Jumbled sequenced scenes unfurl, before the anchor base And still I feel the soft moist air back half a hundred years Lost in the green and quiet place, a time before all fears Before I felt the trials of life I stored this hiding place I find my way on well worn paths, that time cannot erase When life time details wear me down, I step back in my mind, There give my mind a barefoot run, and come back redefined You who read these words I write, gain by what you see I'm really glad you benefit I like the company Richard Higley © Oct 2011 |