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Echoes By Chuck Keys The park is empty, Littered with broken bottles, Unsightly weeds of irregular lengths, Varying debris and memories of bygone days. Void of voices from games past played Of cheers, sneers, angers and joys When children screamed, frolicked and stayed. The wind and silence scream a loud. Families, picnics and camp fires echo from the past. Shared foods of gastrointestinal delight flowed freely. Desserts of Smores, with chocolate bars, fired crispy marshmallows Smushed inside graham crackers.... Mmm. Where have yesterday's children gone to play? To fields of varying sports, Arenas for love, war, tranquility, For sport, fame and fortune or death. The journey begins and ends with each moment of life. Roads traveled daily become the final journey, Made up of echoes from past travels, As life and death converge into an ongoing existence. Never ending. © Charles H Keys, 2010. All Rights Reserved.

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Date: 10/18/2015 9:30:00 AM
Really good insights here Chuck, you are reaching out for depth, and I see you have the passion for poetry/writing, here's wishing you the very best and much success..'
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Date: 10/20/2010 1:54:00 PM
WOW! Remarkable write! Very vivid in imagery and describing the vision and the thoughts shared through this great write! A never ending story indeed. Thanks so much for sharing. I appologize for my delay in returning reviews. I have been off the internet for a while. Thanks for your kind comments on my latest. Caroline.
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Date: 10/10/2010 6:20:00 AM
Hi Chuck.Yes, life is made up of memories.Some sweet some sad.Yet life is for living and learning.And I agree as you finished your write 'never 'ending'. Thank you for taking me along with you on some of your own memorable journey. I enjoyed the ride, as I enjoyed this poem. Thank you for your comments on my own efforts. luv June.(Sylvia)
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