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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

Date: 8/3/2015 4:07:00 PM

Really effortless conveyance of reverie in this write Matthew, so pleased I dropped by..'

Kelly Deschler

Date: 7/27/2015 2:00:00 PM

A lovely recalling of memories and images from days gone by... A very enjoyable and well written poem, Matthew!

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 7/15/2015 2:35:00 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
Date: 7/15/2015 2:53:00 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

Date: 7/13/2015 10:53:00 PM

Hi, Matt, thanks for coming around to read my poem today!

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser

Date: 7/12/2015 4:12:00 AM

Matthew, colorful cycle of the season...! well-written! ~Olive Eloisa

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/12/2015 12:39:00 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!!