Hometown
by John Trent
Forever altered my view of the past
Subtle reminders of simplicity lost
Surreal and forgotten as time replays
While walking this avenue of remembrance
Rusted tracks still run through town
Milkweed and dandelions grow between the ties
The old theater’s gone, now an old gravel lot
And a strip mall stands where we played in the woods
The beauty remains; yet, forever altered
Flooding my soul, each memory and thought
Innocence and laughter echoes through time
As the ghosts of my past ride the winds of change
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