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.