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Reunion, May 2012

The village has grown bigger The way that villages do Parts have been demolished And parts of it are new. The Hotel has expanded, Very little is the same, Except the warm atmosphere And they’ve kept the name. Nearly fifty years gone since We were last together there, Faces changed and wrinkled And some have lost their hair. But, these aging bodies house Minds that are young at heart So much reminiscing to do To cover all those years apart. Thoughts of those friends We’ve lost over the years Absent friends toasts made Eyes maybe holding unshed tears. There’s a walk around the area And on up to the camp site Retracing those footsteps Made after many a boozy night. Most of the buildings are gone, The Square weeds and grass, Sure sign of a changing world As time has steadily passed. Most of it now new built housing, An upmarket residential estate No longer a guarded entry No longer a guardroom and gate. The operations block a clubhouse For the eighteen hole golf course Now a recreational area once Inhabited by a military work force. For years she guarded democracy Kept an ever watchful eye But priorities perceived to have Changed as years have gone by. We have walked around our past Taken note of the changes seen Each awash with his memories Each glad that he’s been. Then we part at the station as Our reunion finally ends After all those years glad we took A chance to see some old friends.

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Date: 8/29/2023 12:30:00 AM
Terry such an amazing poem of reflection and wonderful memories….a real and very special write! Debx
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Terry Ireland
Date: 8/29/2023 12:48:00 AM
Thanks Deb - it was a spacial few days. There were 8 of us, and we met another who lived locally. Since then we are down to 5. Time passes.
Date: 8/28/2023 8:31:00 PM
Brilliant Terry. So wonderful to see old comrades, riminess about old times, but also glad there is no need for the old buildings, that once accommodated soldiers, and is now used for pleasure as a gold club. "Eyes with unshed tears" got me. Mine were shed. You have a way of taking the reader right to the place. No unnecessary words in your poems, just earthy realism. Rolls of the tongue right into the heart. I could read your poetry all day, and sometimes I do, and nothing gets done ! Its a choice of Dennis Paterson or Ireland. Ireland often wins. :)
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Terry Ireland
Date: 8/29/2023 12:46:00 AM
I don't know what to say to that, except thanks for all your support Wen.
Date: 8/28/2023 3:18:00 PM
It sure is weird when you meet up with someone you’ve not seen in years and you note how old they’ve got… and you simply know that they’re noting how old you’ve got… A smashing nostalgic write, Terry, enjoyed.
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Terry Ireland
Date: 8/29/2023 12:45:00 AM
Thanks Terry, except thanks to Skype some off us had been in touch so it wasn't such a shock.
Date: 8/28/2023 12:30:00 PM
A touching description, Terry! I could picture it perfectly…
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Terry Ireland
Date: 8/29/2023 12:44:00 AM
Thanks ilene. It was special because i was in a dark places having lost my wife Irene just six months before after 42 years marriage. The Vets insisted I went and the reunion helped me come to terms.

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