Matthew Anish Poet Ballad

Misty Memories of a New York Youth

Thinking of my youth 
when we rode around 
   in a light green VW beetle
Listening to Stevie Winwood 
   and the boys sing John Barleycorn 
Soon enough my friends scattered 
   Some gone down South 
Some out to L.A. 
Some upstate 
No more basketball 
No more all night parties
   like the one we had when 
the Fillmore East closed 
Winter has morphed into spring 
   Soon hot summer 
bringing Coney Island nights 
   and Riis Park beach days 
   Now I live on the Lower East Side 
New friends, maybe new lovers 
  in the offing 
Fall will soon arrive with the High Holidays 
I'm still here!

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Joe Maverick August 3, 2015 at 4:07 PM Really effortless conveyance of reverie in this write Matthew, so pleased I dropped by..'

Kelly Deschler July 27, 2015 at 2:00 PM A lovely recalling of memories and images from days gone by... A very enjoyable and well written poem, Matthew!

Poet Destroyer A July 15, 2015 at 2:35 PM Matt, one day I wish to take a stroll down The Big Apple. You shared a very lovely poem about your youth. LA will never compare. Enjoyed this poem. I wonder how hot it is up there... It's been ugly hot down here in the lower part of texas... Love LINDA Matthew Anish July 15, 2015 at 2:53 PM It is not that hot today. I volunteer at Poets House and I get free poetry books! I hope you and yours are well. Have you written anything new recently? Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Andrea Dietrich July 13, 2015 at 10:53 PM Hi, Matt, thanks for coming around to read my poem today!

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser July 12, 2015 at 4:12 AM Matthew, colorful cycle of the season...! well-written! ~Olive Eloisa

Andrea Dietrich July 12, 2015 at 12:39 AM I like this one, doing the round of seasons and how life goes on!! very nice, Matt. and Boreas is the mythological god of North wind. I hate when he blows!!