I took a walk on a summer day
Just wanting to get away
To where I spent my childhood years
Looked around and shed some tears
Dutch Hill Park was no longer there
There was no laughter in the air
I started walking among those trees
But All I’ve got are the memories
Then I walked down Glenwood Avenue
To the baseball field for a short view
Then it was time to head downtown
And spend the day just hanging around
Newberry’s, Scheid’s, the National Store
And the five and dime were there no more
Thought about the Texas Lunch and the S & A,
Palma, Nap and the music we’d play
Damn I thought how the years went so fast
Found myself living in the past
Days seems so much better than these
Now all I’ve got are the memories
The Coffee Cup and the Bowl O Drome
Just a few blocks from Saint Jerome
The Iron Steps to Washington Street
Five Point Diner where we use to meet
Painting store fronts for Halloween
Stop at Nick’s and play the pinball machine
Getting late time to head back home
Drove past the place we use to roam
Wound the window down to feel the evening breeze
Now all I’ve got are the memories
Categories:
glenwood, nostalgia,
Form: Couplet
Stone Cathedrals of Glenwood Canyon
Stone cathedral spires rise sharply from freely flowing waters -
Birthing renewal through eternity’s eyes -
Lifting up to the eternal
A psalm, a canticle, to serenade the seasons,
Singing celebration in Heaven’s waiting ear;,
Reaching down to lift up
Majestic mountain praise through hallowed halls
With lyrics of the hawk and meadowlark -
Walls decorated by the many hues of whispering aspen leaves
Fluttering in perpetual praise and clothed in cleansing rains;
No prodigal peaks
Sneaking away from the thanksgiving song
While a winding thread of chanting melody follows
The path of renewing waters,
Sounding then resounding -
Captured then released in sanctuaries of red stone
Cradling in the waiting womb ever breathing vitality
Rising upward on wings of sunlight
Shimmering with celestial awakening and the waning light;
Eternal beating pulse
Stretching up for majesty into a bottomless sky
Feeling winds of winter storms - tickling stars in moonlight;
Embracing ever new cathedrals
Formed by flowing winds and winding waters.
10/16/19
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Give Me Your Best New Poem
Categories:
glenwood, life, mountains, music, nature,
Form: Free verse
The first born spoke memories of my birth.
He remembered O’Toole [our father] spinning gravel
at the corner of Deerfield and Glenwood blaring
Dixieland Jazz from the AM radio of the red Rambler,
“Outamyway Wegota Yankee Doodle Dandy. . .”
I was born on the 4th of July. I was a month late.
I was the sixth born [in seven yrs.] and afterthought,
the second sister who wasn’t.
A left handed devil (according to the Catholics.)
Someone to wait at home for the other five.
A willing conspirator. Someone to shoulder the blame.
I had coxcomb eyes and a pirate’s smile.
I liked to dis-assemble travel clocks.
I looked like any sibling I stood next too.
I was very smart but would not amount to much.
I bought into the myth of the family.
And the Dixieland band just played on. . .
Categories:
glenwood, absence, adventure, age, america,
Form: Free verse
THE M WORD
There was a young lady from Glenwood
Whom I wished to marry if I could
She called me a nerd
And she thought me absurd
But she was afraid of the M word
14 November 2014
Categories:
glenwood, humor,
Form: Limerick