Today I have looped a big circle around this town
Every place I passed, there was a memory to be found
Memories of good. Some, of Bad.
Memories so strong. Of good times had.
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even d air in a place exhales memories. beautiful poem, Lyn.
It is true the more we live the more memories we accumulate as do others and lives come and gone, all important.
In this pool of memories you swim happily and its ripples touch our feet as we sit keeping our legs down.
So every where you look, remember there is always more Just waiting for you. For you to explore nice to read..
Reminds me of my favourite place where I go to clear my head and think. But it is a place where I have so many good memories from summer holidays. Great poem Lyn
Yes we see so much, as we look and listen we hear echoes of voices that will never be silenced, images that will never be erased, and our feelings that shout out to a deaf world, we hold our emotions as a photo album of the past a walk through days and years that shaped us and guided us to the here and now! I love this superb write!