Notes About The Poem
A tribute to the Lancaster Pike as the first paved highway in America opened in 1795 (also known as Lancaster Avenue, Lancaster Turnpike, U.S. Route 30). It runs from Philadelphia to Lancaster along the rail lines parallel with Philadelphia's famed "Main Line" for nearly sixty miles and connects to the Lincoln Highway.

The Lancaster Pike

Down this once famous graveled road
I drive by day and drive by night
my mind replaying stories of times past.
As if thinking about them
can make them real again.
Buildings standing with new faces, signs.
I see them now only as they once were
in my childlike memory, mind.

Each corner sparks a lost thought.
Transparent faces of townies crossing cross streets
a blur of long gone friends and schemes
living only in my most selfish dreams.

The Devon Horse Show grounds
where the Main Line's best show off
at its annual celebrated competition.
Villanova University where I honed my hoopster skills
a high-schooler sneaking into the gym on snowy days.
The Bouquet Flower Shop where I summer jobbed.
The Bryn Mawr Deli where I waitered posing for 
giggling girls of crosstown Harcum College.
"Good Counsel" church, my reverent gothic fortress
for those important beliefs that later would fall away.
The Bryn Mawr Trust Bank that juts out proudly
on the main corner, a gray stoned prominence
where accounting of my money's worth was kept.
It too a dream. A dream of a future now lived.

Sepia shadows of decades ago.
A feeling of loss wells up within me
of time I want back again.
To right lost wrongs. To try again somehow.
Sometimes I turn away so not to remember.
But I have no way of getting there.
Street after street, ghost after ghost
looking down alleys and ways
in my haunting trance.

So many visions with no redeeming consequences.
Simple reminiscences of my time, my simple life
and this once famous graveled road.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Kauffman Avatar
March 29, 2020 at 1:17 PM
Greg, congratulations on your win. I have traveled this "pike" and know this area well! Every year I attend a national dog show in King of Prussia! Two of our dogs placed in Devon! And, my mom's family settled in Lancaster in the early 1700's. Masterful weaving of places and memories together. Thanks for the road trip! Be well!
Gaul Avatar
March 29, 2020 at 4:23 PM
Sam, I knew you were special, just not how much. I was born in Bryn Mawr and have done the duration here. So too, the dog show and Devon were advertising clients of mine before retirement. Small world. So glad you enjoy my little ditty. Thanks and congrats to you.
Krutsinger Avatar
January 23, 2019 at 1:07 PM
Greg, when I return to my hometown, it is not MINE any more. It is a stranger's hometown. Mine is so long gone. This part of your poem truly spoke to my heart. "I see them now only as they once were in my childlike memory, mind." I always see it as it WAS even forty years later, not seeing the "new school at all", seeing the one torn down in 1971 instead.
Marcum Wong Avatar
December 26, 2018 at 1:40 PM
I dearly loved traveling on your nostalgic journey Greg. The memory is such a gift and everyone who is lucky enough to age and retain their memories should be so grateful. What a delightful poem to leave family and friends of your treasured times. It is what makes poetry so valued! Superbly written! Blessings for the new year Greg. : )
Gaul Avatar
December 26, 2018 at 2:39 PM
Connie, it seems many of us have a once famous graveled road in our past. Isn't it a gift? Thanks so much for your always insightful and positive comments. Happy Holidays.
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