Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

Return To Yesteryear

There's the old house again
   the one you've heard so much about...
'Course it looks much smaller now
   and the front yard, that was 
   our baseball field, has shrunk...

Why is my stomach churning
What are these tears that blind my eyes
Oh, I can't bear to think upon it again...
   The mind shields the trembling heart
   The heart weeps unrepentantly

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Robert L. Hinshaw January 21, 2020 at 9:51 AM This one brought back some nostalgic memories of my youth growing up on a farm in Indiana. Thank you. Also glad you enjoyed the further escapades of Cletus O'Toole & his false teeth - Bob t Gershon Wolf January 21, 2020 at 1:47 PM So, you're a Hoosier, eh?! … Great people in Indiana per my experience. Worked at DaLite Move Screen Co. in Warsaw Indiana, at the junction of highways 30 and 15, back in 1969 for a summer. Enjoyed my time there a lot. Thanks for your support, Bob. Smiles, Gershon

John Watt January 21, 2020 at 1:54 AM This must have been written on the same trip as your Boaz poem. Both very touching. My growing up home street address was 2010, so in the year 2010 I went back... nothing was the same. A little disorienting, but then I shouldn't have been so surprised, I was 50 years old! Things change, the question is: can I keep up with change? Great write, friend ~ John Gershon Wolf January 21, 2020 at 1:45 PM Actually, completely different trips to two completely different locales... Too long a story to explain. At any rate, you sure zeroed in on the disorientation! Thanks, John. Cheers, Gershon

Jenish Somadas January 20, 2020 at 11:13 PM lost years are cute.. But the coming are cuter.. In those lost years also, you were thinking about the lost lost years.. lol.. Great poem.. I'm homesick now.. Gershon Wolf January 21, 2020 at 1:43 PM Gonna have to take a trip to the lost and found! Thanks, Jenish. ~ Gershon

Sandra Adams January 20, 2020 at 7:40 PM shame when things change so much...farm become developments, fields offices or stores... my sister and i sometimes do what we call the ghost tour and drive by our old houses and then the cemeteries are parents are in, always doing lunch at a place we grew up eating at... the changes are often heartbreaking ... good penning... hugs Gershon Wolf January 20, 2020 at 10:08 PM Love what you wrote in your comment, and I get it completely, … and yet when I see pics and videos of the tremendous changes in the Israel I left 42 years ago, then WOW! I am so pleased to see them. Things are different. Much has been lost. But more has been gained, methinks. OK. Enough philosophizing. We might become poets or something. Cheers, Gershon

Lindsay Laurie January 20, 2020 at 4:29 PM Hello Gershon … nothing stays the same, but it appears to change so much as the mind grows older - thanks Gershon - Lindsay Gershon Wolf January 20, 2020 at 6:53 PM There you go. We change; our perceptions change -- not the external reality. ~ Gershon

Carolyn Devonshire January 20, 2020 at 4:01 PM Gershon, at Christmas 2017 I returned to NJ to visit and mustered the courage to drive past the house where I grew up. It had been totally remodeled, but the "live" Christmas trees my mother planted in the front yard had grown huge. Hard not to cry when memories come rushing back. Your poem is a fave for me, my friend. Hugs, Carolyn Gershon Wolf January 20, 2020 at 6:52 PM Oh, thank you so much for the fave, Carolyn. Much appreciated. Warm wishes, Gershon

Tom Cunningham January 20, 2020 at 2:48 PM Funny how things are like nothing the way you remembered them Gershon. Tom Gershon Wolf January 20, 2020 at 6:51 PM Exactly. Our memories tend to wear rose-colored glasses. Thanks, Tom