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Click hereOver by the concrete
wall of a worn-down dam,
as one crosses the first
Yellow Springs' footbridge,
near the end where
one must use stones
to step over water
to the next footbridge,
I engraved something,
long, long ago.
Cut into the rail,
nearly a decade before,
now eroded and so faded,
it's hard to see
two nicknames:
my oldest
and his strangest.
My fingers slide over
the smooth wood plank
until there are dips
and the faint "home"
and the light "iam"
catch the light, just right.
I look upon them now
as a reminder that this
was not just my mind
being ever so clever.
These were mine
long before anyone else
ever heard either one.
I smile, and add a touch
of erosion as I rub
the words I once engraved.
I look up into the trees,
and then continue my hike,
as I grasp one of life's
secret curiosities.
When walking down memory lane, a walk through a familiar woods is so evocative. There is something about the vibration of life there that is so special.
thank you for taking us along, great combination of images and story.
I LOVE this
I have trees behind my house where i carved things long ago.
it's like a time tunnel isn't it?
great poem
made me stop and think
Funny how the woods, nature, can make us want to leave a piece of ourselves.
Nice work
thank you