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A PLACE IN TIME
By Brenda
Dworaczyk
Often I get
sentimental and reflect
Upon the days of
my childhood.
Cherished
memories, I have discovered,
Mean more than
possessions ever could.
My youth was spent
in a unique, small town
Whose face was
constant and familiar.
It made me feel
like I was "somebody"
Its security was a
valuable treasure.
If I could turn
back time today
To any given day
or situation,
What would I
choose to re-visit?
And how could I
select just one?
I might go back to
'53 and
Catch Mrs.
Steinburg in her flower garden,
And stop, and
talk, and let her know
How beautiful she
made my world then.
One person I would
love to see
Is Mr. Middlebrook
down on Main Street.
I wonder if he
ever knew I thought he was
A kind giant in
that grocery office seat.
Main street in the
fifties. Seadrift.
Why, I knew every
person there.
I can still see
Mrs. Ryon in a flowered dress,
Umbrella and a
large hat over her hair.
Of course there
was Mrs. Jim Coward
Sweepin' off her
porch and walk,
And sometimes
chasing "Raymond"
To keep from
listening to him talk.
Peach pie has
never been the same
As it was after
school down at Sever's Cafe,
With good friends
to laugh and chat with,
Durrell, Bro, Bob;
- they always had something to say.
I'd breathe fresh
air and sweet honeysuckle
And catch horned
toads and put them in a sack.
I'd investigate
everything along the way
As I walked
barefoot on the railroad track.
Maybe I should
choose to see Miss Clara and Miss Azile.
They would tell me
about when they were girls,
While we sip hot
chocolate in the Hotel Lafitte.
There were no
finer ladies in all of the world.
And wouldn't I
love to go out to the "swimmin'" hole
To swim where the
bay was fresh and clean,
And run and laugh
and meet with friends,
Those who it's
been years since I've seen.
My "fifties" town
is no longer here.
My children will
never see it.
But in my heart
and in my mind,
I return quite
often to visit.
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