A visit down memory lane,
brings so many things to mind.
My first memory was swimming at my aunt's pond in New Hampshire.
I stepped on the leaves in the water.
I picked up my legs, they had leeches all over them.
The next thing I recall
My mother and sisters went to Ste. Anne De Beaupre Cathedral in Canada.
There I was fascinated by the statues.
There was one I particularly liked.
I don't even remember the name
I was sure it was a saint.
It had a sign on it saying no photographs.
On of the girls took a picture of it but the photo didn't show up.
I spent many times sitting on the floor ,.
Listening to my Record Player.
Actually I was writing about a fraction of my younger years.
I'll save the rest for when I'm very old.
Sep 24, 2022
My Trip Down Memory Lane
About This Poem
Last Few Words: This is a contest entry
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
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