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....A Penny, From 1964 ~

Abraham Lincoln; a copper penny....

I found a penny from heaven, just now?!

Have not picked one them up in quite awhile

A lucky penny I have always said ~ 

Although like most, this I have never truly believed 

1964, Was the date that it read

I was there; I had to stop and think....

Rubbed it as I paused *

Laid down my pen and pad ~

Stuck it in my watch pocket and took a break

Three o'clock and a tad bit overcast right now

Sitting here at the pavilion, people passing by

Birds singing, the sounds of conversations oblivious

To my mind; 1964, I was there but, only five ~

The Beatles, Martin Luther King, Vietnam, JFK

He, had just died; Martin and Robert, soon to follow....

Yet innocence was still alive!?

Forty years, 1964, make a wish, open up a door

Mom and Dad, young, brothers, children, at the warf

Hopes and dreams still in store....

My lucky penny, what does it mean, what could it mean???

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....“A Penny, From 1964” ~






Note: Smile ~ “A Repo, Winter 2006 ~ `Love, Always,`” John!:) ~

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Sara Kendrick March 24, 2012 at 8:59 AM Enjoyed reading memory lane penned in a unique way..Yes, I too lived but was newly wed and expecting my first child when JFK died..Thanks for stopping by..Some of those painful times in my life and some painful words that at times that have been said will remain even though I have tried to work through the forgiving and accepting and all those methods that help to some degree..God will release when He is ready..Thanks again for stopping by..Sara

Elizabeth Wesley December 13, 2011 at 9:43 AM The 60's were such an amazing time. So much of historical significane to remember. - and the flower children, who of us who lived then can ever forget. Thanks for the memories.

Doris Culverhouse July 3, 2011 at 11:03 AM My brother was born in 64. he is older.

Charlotte Puddifoot July 2, 2011 at 3:18 PM a slightly different one from you, I very much enjoyed it, some nice little autobiographical touches within it :-)