Pieces of Me

There is a piece of me, left in that little town, a square of friendly faces, where furrowed brows of no one famous, work to make their dollars stretch not far beneath the white crowned peaks ... There is a piece of me, left in that old house, tall and proud Beneath the sun in fields of green ...where horses ran... A piece of me, still holds the reins and feels the wind against my skin ... There is a piece of me, in that old school Miss Marmalade.....(she had red hair), a voice of velvet, soft and sure Her breathless verse of morning stars of Keats and Frost, and unchecked tears...and clandestine trysts with old Shakespeare There is a piece of me, reclining under the elms, where a broken heart still casts a spell A letterman jacket, of dark gold wool, his leather sleeves, steel blue eyes, ... skies of love, and holding hands, football teams, and autumn leaves There is a piece of me, that I still keep within my heart.. .....within my sleep.......within my dreams __________________________________________________ For the contest: "Pieces" Sponsored by Black Eyed Susan