WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY

I can still recall laying on my parents bed staring at the moon,

So far away from where I am today, distance and time separate.

If I go backwards in time and step off that plane I am home again,

I see my bag of blocks, many colors and shapes to build my imagination.

The toys as a child were something that never again have been seen,

I think of a Christmas eve staring out the window as the snow began falling.

Decorations on a tree that were bright with this nights dreams,

A last Christmas as in this place no more would there ever be.

A snowman bigger than me, Gary, Jimmy Hamilton, others I see,

Snowballs and Icicles, red saucers riding down a hill of white,

Thunder and lightning, a snow storm put out the lights on a night.

Houses I can see made of wood, close by a place of trees and woods,

A town called Amesbury where as a boy, a yesterday I once stood.

Keith Garrett