My Secret Place. (Oh no it cannot be!)

[oneighty]

Another poem by 180. Fear not I have only a few left!

My Secret Place.

An old man now I slip and stumble

Down a steep embankment.

I pause briefly to catch my breath,

My time held in abatement!

I see then with visions frozen,

Kaleidoscope scenes of times long passing!

Of childhood's dreams passing, flashing.

Of children crying, of children laughing.

On my galvanized feet a brook is splashing.

Great oak trees rise above me,

With acorns heavy on branches bending.

A thousand greens, their colors clashing.

Bubbling water with crayfish hiding

Beneath those stones each once familiar.

My rising sun shows streaks vermilion.

This secret place my God has given.

A time machine with endless cycles.

An eternal place without beginning.

A restful place which has no ending.

My secret place of childhood's yearning.


From 'Voyages of the Vicky Mary'

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[ContraBass Black]

1. Question

Can you explain the purpose and function of the exclamation points in lines 5 and 7?

[oneighty]

2. Probably not!

They are of no consequence!

Hee hee hee!

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[JitterbugPerfume]

3. A dream of childhood lost

a lovely poem

[Mad_Dem_X]

4. Very nice!

:hi:

[oneighty]

5. Well thank you!

Whoops! Must watch punctuation marks.

I wrote that almost thirty years ago. About twenty years ago I walked along the NY Central tracks until I came to that place. I struggled down the steep embankment. It was just as I had written it.

Sigh. Never again.

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