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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