RECALL
POEM by Trevor Trower

It’s all there dormant, waiting to be cued,
those times past, so deeply there imbued.
He who passed by safe, and nothing did befall ,lt
stands to reason he has almost nothing to recall.
Time and tide move on and older is our frame,
action less and less and quieter our game,
but not to fear, we still can adventure as before,
by introspective thoughts and memories of yore.
I sit in comfort there upon my favorite seat,
recumbent posture, a footstool neath my feet,
My eyes are closed, a smile is on my lips
as quickly back through time my memory slips.
The first time, I loved a damsel sweet and fair,
with garlands in her lovely golden hair,
the gentle touch of her warm hand in mine
yes, once again I feel that touch sublime.
I climbed a mountain, served the king, flew a plane
Now once more can do those wondrous things again,
only in my memory reliving occasions that are past,
if only when I shut my eyes, those exciting times could last.

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Aug 2006 T Trower

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