Boyhood memories
Of a school with tree-filled
Wide open spaces
Where we would play ‘Kings and Queens'
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Hello Tan.Sorrow can be memory's destroyer. Sad but beautifully described.I felt like I was there watching on your re visit.Well penned. cheers Geoffrey
A remarkable write with a heavy heart find the non existence or a shabby appearence of childhood's fond memories. Very rightly painted that picture here in this poem.
Tan, Nice poem, memories of our yesterdays. What is the name of the school and where is it located? I am surprised that it still exists. My Minnesota school has been torn down and a new one stands in its place. Another 10.