Returning Home (A Past Experience)
Outside he walks
along the streets
where a legend was born
and lived in his hometown
of Baltimore
Yes, none other than Babe Ruth
Standing there alone
in front of his birth place
he daydreams into the past
of how it once was
and how it is now
but more of how it was
The poet's memory
is focus and he
hear's the roar
of the crowd at the stadium
cheering on their home team
But the cheers stands
for more than just a game
played to him they represented
the establishment for their city
of Baltimore
He walks along the streets
daydreaming of the stepball
games he use to play in
and watching the girls
playing jacks in front
of the house on the stone steps
Yes, the children laughter
reminds him of how it use
to be
Waking in the morning
to the smell of scraphle
served over eggs
A tradition without an end
The poet's memory focus,
he recalls once being a native
of Baltimore
He daydreams of the peddlers
riding down the streets
Horses pulling their wagons
full with the hometown famous
foods for sell
Crates and baskets
full of all kinds of sea foods
Crabs cooked and steamed,
sometimes brewed in pots
of beer, shrimps raw
and cooked, plenty of fish
Yes, a grand place to him
where his pride stands out
The city teaches him he
is welcome
as they prepare their feast
for the people to buy
and enjoy
The past insist to surface
on his return home
Memories of what once was
and what is now but more of
what was then
Looking into his past
where his roots lies
He didn't forget his strolls
along the Harbor there forever
resting Fort Mc Henry
there caresses in the warmth
of Spring a fortress
once protected by it's cannons
The site memories of home
Copyright © Kevin Robinson | Year Posted 2008
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