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Traveling Down Memory Lane

 Travelling Down Memory Lane

What interesting roads we travel
When we head down memory lane;
What images of life fill our vision
As the intersections of our brain
Lead off in so many directions
To paths now obscured by the fog
Of dates and places and people;
Strange things cause our memory to jog.
Our memory lane curves and meanders
Round the corners, o’er the hills of our mind
As the fences and posts mark the boundaries
Of the places we’re trying to find
Now almost lost in the days of our journeys;
Days we wouldn’t bring back if we could;
Yet our thoughts seem to long there to linger
As the ivy entwines round the wood.
In the mist we see shadows of houses;
Broken tree swings where children once played;
Seems like it was only yesterday
When those precious memories were made.
Does memory lane just make a circle;
Bring us back to a time we once knew;
Or does it continue to go on forever
Until it ends somewhere in the blue?
I think we will find the answer
As our children and grandchildren grow,
And the memories we share are the pavement
As on through life’s journey they go;
Walking in footsteps we’ve laid out before them;
Following paths we have made for their tread;
Picking apples we planted by the roadside;
Providing sustenance for their journey ahead.
Written by Joan Rowden Hart, 10/21/04
Copyright Joan Hart 2005

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