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Author Name: FreeGlata 6 Comments
Date Added: October 11, 2018 17:10:24 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
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You Can't Go Home
I went back about five years ago
To the place I used to live
Oh, to relive all those days again
What I wouldn't give!
Nothing there still looked the same
But the memories lingered still
I closed my eyes; drifted back in time
And my heart began to fill
That old worn trail's grown over now
Where I once frolicked every day
The creek is not as deep and wide
As it seemed when I once played
The spring where water was so good
I never did locate
The old root cellar had fallen in
The door hanging like a broken gate
Daddy's garden, now long gone
Now covered up with weeds
The flowers mama used to grow
All gone, not even seeds
The mountain pass I once wore bare
Is nothing more than a groove
Grown over with brush and bramble
No longer a trail so smooth
But I closed my eyes and held my breath
And for a moment I was there
A barefoot child running wild and free
Without an earthly care
I weep in silence every day
As I think of all that's gone
It only serves to remind this heart
You really can't go home.

Author's Notes:
It really is sad to look back and realize that your childhood was but a fleeting moment, and that time marches brutally onward.
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Comment By: PremiumBruce A. Peaslee on June 10, 2019 10:18:16 AM Report
Glata , It has been a long time since I've been engrossed by a poetic description such as I see here. It seems as though youth lasted for so long and provided lasting memories.  It is only as we grow older that we realize youth is but a fleeting season: If was one of love and caring, we want to go back; To the time where we were carefree and happy.  The unfortunate truth is we can't go back, BUT... We can love, as we were loved, and smile as we remember those who provided those happy moments, and also those experiences that brought us joy.                                                                                          Bruce
Comment By: AdminRichardM on November 17, 2018 01:19:40 PM Report

So good to see you, Glata!

I've read this over a number of times and it still reminds of a trip to my grandparent's home some years ago.

A place where time still and memories fade slowly.

Memories are elusive and hard to share - yet you have done it here.

Well done, lass!

Thanks for sharing with us!

Comment By: ModeratorHenry M. on November 2, 2018 12:14:17 AM Report
Ah glata, you can still draw us in with your writing, your powers of description have not waned whatsoever!. I hope your muse is back where she belongs because there is a dearth of participation here now and it needs to change!   Huga as always,   Henry
Comment By: FreeHarold Ham McLelland on October 29, 2018 05:17:38 PM Report
Awesome write Lady G!!!  Fond memories we cling tightly to and let go of the bad...  I also love always having something to look forward to!!!  These keep me always looking forward to tomorrow, where new memories come from...  Ham
Comment By: Freenoah count on October 17, 2018 10:18:01 PM Report
There's a downside to Nostalgia that can kick your ass, and you beautifully and poignantly nailed it. Inhaleable!

Comment By: Freee. Gene Myers on October 11, 2018 06:03:13 PM Report

Did that about five years ago.  The well worn trail I had worn was gone and where it was is all poison ivy.  Your poem brought back memories.


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