A VISIT INTO YESTERDAY
As I couldn’t seem to believe I was really there where at a time a ten year old boy
Without so many worries ran and played, a dreamer who was much afraid.
Saturday, August thirty first two thousand and thirteen I once again stepped
Onto that school ground and thought of all that use to be and faces hard to see.
With the wind as my eyes searched around a long lost laughter, invisible sounds,
Remember the grassy playground,? today I imagined the ghosts that did in fact play.
Watched did I those memories of a yesterday, the trees are much bigger,
There was one that I use to sit under and read books with some friends,
It still stands, much older though, shadows of us sitting there, now older I am.
Many changes there are as change is in everything, today I changed,
We said goodbye and began slowly away as I looked at houses of old.
Brett Olsen, Mike Keefe, and Brad Gribble’s house I remember,
Ron Laufercade, Lori Prichard, Neil Haynes houses were filled with ghosts,
Others are a bit faded in my mind, heading for Esperanza to see what we find.
Pulling up in front of a school, a place of so many thoughts and memories,
In the heat of the day, we took pictures of a long ago yesterday.
One last stop beyond where once a donut shop stood, Winchell’s,
Past the park with the tennis courts, around the corner of Cordova Street,
A picture of a house, a memory, Kim Gilberts, a memory that rests with me.