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Back home

Walked 'round the town where I was born and bred

Places changed, friends gone, some dead,


Fading ghosts of streets that were home to me

Where I'd played as a child, young and fancy-free

The glow of the smiles that used to be

On the faces of friends I knew.


Wraiths of ships built on the river there

Faint echoes of their horns on the misty air

Phantom shades of men, faces lined with care,

Walking over the bridge back home.


Felt the spirit of a kiss from my first flame pass by

Caught the light of that dancing twinkle in her eye

The whisper’d breath of love that would never ever die

'Neath green trees where bright sunlight played


Moving on without tears or a backward glance,

Time calls 'All change!' in its onward dance.

New day, new face, new place, new chance

Now turns all too quickly into Then


A long time since it's been that way

Such a long, long time - yet only yesterday

Ghosts

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Isobel

Thu 18th Aug 2011 21:33

It's hard going back to places you were young in. I try not to do it - it just stirs up too much. It does make for great poetry though - I enjoyed this John. x

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Francine

Fri 29th Jul 2011 21:13

Beautifully expressed and so lyrical!

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Jeff Dawson

Fri 29th Jul 2011 17:44

Hi John, really enjoyed this, lovely piece, especially the spirit of the kiss, nice one, I've never been too far from where I grew up so seen it change, can imagine your shock, best wishes Jeff

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Jon

Fri 29th Jul 2011 17:20

A good read John-one that everyone can relate to,I think

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Ann Foxglove

Fri 29th Jul 2011 13:44

A very good read indeed.

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Dave Bradley

Fri 29th Jul 2011 13:27

Enjoyed this John. Looks like you've given considerable care to the structure and it does work - for me anyway.

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Fri 29th Jul 2011 12:08

Yes one time I went back to a place that meant much to me John..should never go back for what we have in our minds eye is then broken..your write resonated with me..

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John Embley

Fri 29th Jul 2011 11:38

A few months ago, I took my wife and youngest to see where I spent my youth, and couldn't even find my way around -- knocked flat and re-developed.

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