After so many winters, the summer’s
Sun swims these worn hands and brightens the wine-
Shouldered hills. Coming home, no more going
Far, far away, I bring these memories
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'you can never go home again', but perhaps we can in our memories. This is a fine poem, and I love the imagery. Linda