A poem about a place I love very much.

I remember black thick smoke

I remember loud train whistles

I remember happy excited kids

I remember walking through

Main street

I remember a print shop

With a man calling to 

People. “Extra!

Extra!”

I remember having eaten the

Best ice cream cones that you

Had to eat fast else they would fall

I remember workers telling

Me I could send letters the

Old fashioned way to anyone back

Home. 

I have a year of remembers, two

Years of remembers, eighteen years,

I have my whole life filled

Of remembers.

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