Sherry Chandler

Fifteen Year Reunion

They were old then,
Those old trailers around there,
And I would drive by the children
With their ragged clothes, and dirty faces
And they would stop playing,
And run to the edge of the road.

Most were infant; preschool,
And I knew their joy from my own memory.
I knew the pleasure in discovering
A smooth track on the gravel road
To run my naked feet.
I knew the wonderment of senses;
The wildness of dream.

I hoped for them with the same hope
My own children knew,
And dreamed for them, identical dreams.

Now as I follow the yellow bus
Through thick winter mud
Teens leap from the opened doors,
And run through the same littered yards
Of the same rotting trailers.

Their eyes are bright, and their smiles
Still timely, and beautiful
Though nothing, for them, is better
In all of their lives.

— Charles M. Whitt

If you look over to the left, you will see that I have added a “recent comments” feature to the sidebar – with the usual excellent help from my host and guru at Daily Troll Design. One of the joys of my new design is that it makes it a little easier to add features like that.

Very often, the most intelligent thing said on this page on any given day is in the comments, and I wanted to be able to share those intelligent observations with you all.

I’ll be honest, I hesitated a little about this move because I don’t always get a lot of comments. What can you say, for example, when I post a sentimental photograph of my twin sons in their Halloween costumes 23 years ago. (Gee whiz how time flies!) So I was a little worried that an absence of recent comments might be an embarassment to me.

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