The Air of a Different Century
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The Air of a Different Century
David J Walker
And to think
I remember days in 1956
Not that they mattered to anyone
As young as me
Only that the sky was clear and
I breathed the air
of different century
where it rained on me
in the fall
and the snow was pure and
fell on all who braved the
winter storms of 1956
the hustler and bustlers drove cars
and took buses to
downtown Denver waiting
for golden flakes to fall
from the capital dome
It was my 1956 Home
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2021
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