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Photographs from long, long ago
touch my heart and
move me so;
nostalgic portraits of ageless friends,
some whose names I no longer know.
Such indelible
faces, their deeply etched
traces will never fade;
they've become as
much a part of me as my bones; Johnson,
Davis, Mallory, Jones, and all the ones
who've gone on
home, taking their names
with them into eternity. They've
become
a permanent part of me...
Reminders of
distant lands, difficult times,
and helping hands; warm,
sunny days and
romantic nights; blood and anger and
searing fright. Photos that bring rebirth to
the room
before I rise and again resume
my long journey back to
the earth.
I stow them all gently away to await the
pull of
Of another day when bygone years call me back
to smiles and tears. I'll relive the joys and fears,
and
fondly gaze upon the faces that take me
back to those
remembered places.
Comrades, acquaintances, friends,
and foes
all bring back old joys and woes. Somewhere,
someone gazes at a photo of me, wracking his
poor brain
in vain, "What the hell is his name?" |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2009
Listed
February 9, 2011 |
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