A Voice In My Head
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Written August 29
On my daily commute
I lay down my paper to dream
of the old days,
& yesterdays ways.
I dream ,
of summer sun
when my life had just begun,
climbing trees &cricket on the green,
that the first time
I made the school team.
I recall
football with leather boots & ball,
bonfire night &fireworks
in the Fall;
carol singing through silent streets
paper chains &
Christmas treats.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2023
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