Rustic Reminder

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In the late 80’s I lived in Ascot, UK, very close to the racecourse. One evening, I went for a walk as the sun was setting. It didn’t take long for the road to become dark since there were no streetlights where I was walking. I continued on my walk, but found that I was recalling my teenage years in rural Central Ontario, Canada. What an effect! Afterward, I wrote this poem.

Until Last Night

You can’t imagine how the memory

Of summers long ago affects my mood,

Until last night: I forgot the glory

That fields of grass give me; an interlude

Has passed between my teenage years and now;

Forgetting basic joys of Nature’s way,

Until last night, I thought of horse and cow

Left in the pasture with the wheat and hay.

So full, my mind bursts forth to light the road,

Until it re-illuminates my path;

My knowledge of the past, key to the code

Memory locked away, is peace, not wrath.

Emergent from forgotten fight or flight,

Remiss was I to life, until last night.

About cdsmiller17

I am an Astrologer who also writes about world events. My first eBook "At This Point in Time" is available through most on-line book stores. I have now serialized my second book "The Star of Bethlehem" here. And to give my blog pages something lighter, I'm sharing some of my personal photographs, too.
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3 Responses to Rustic Reminder

  1. Patricia Wyn says:

    Beautiful!

    Like

  2. cdsmiller17 says:

    The ‘forgotten fight or flight’ reference is personal note that I’d been in a fight the previous night, hence the need to walk it off.

    Like

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