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Thoughts of home
December 5, 2012
10:23 pm

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gatherings of December
I still remember youth’s chums
we played guitars and spoons
sang songs and recitations

no cold windy gas stations
a slow slay ride down my grandfathers drung
nothing like my daily drive down Yonge

December I miss where I come from
the place I learned thank you and please
snow ball wars in the trees

friends and family at December
watch camp fires and embers
taste soup in bowls to warm fingers
see songs as frozen air lingers


December 6, 2012
12:18 pm

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As I read this, I too am reminded of how I grew up as well as how life events took place during this time of year. Things are very different now. In a lot of ways, that is a very sad thing to know because we hold such dear memories and special moments where life seemed much simpler in our childhood. 

“The greatest treasures are those invisible to the eye but found by the heart.”~Anon
December 13, 2012
11:39 pm

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I still remember youth’s chums
we played guitars and spoons

I love those lines, excellent work on the whole poem too, it does remind me of treasured childhood memories and how uncomplex things were then, we need a time machine anyone got the schematics? ;)

Perfection; my greatest strength and weakness.

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