Etchings

By luigi_pagano
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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From the top
Of the hill
I look down
And what
Do I see?
A wonderful,
Memorable
Town.
There's the mill
And the square
With the school;
The church where,
In a moment
Of piety,
I uttered
A prayer.
The pool;
The station;
The park where,
Against
Parents'
Orders,
We played
After dark.
But all this
I don't see
With my eyes,
Now I'm blind.
Those images
Are etched
In my mind.
© Luigi Pagano
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We all have our memories that
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
We all have our memories that we can look back on with fondness, just like an etching caught in the moment. Your poem sums this up so well Luigi.
Loved this.
Jenny. xx
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Hi Luigi,
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Luigi,
I've been delving into your past ha ha!
Some good poems I found.
Jenny.
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