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Lost Mountains and Lost Futures
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
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3 Comments
1. Georgia Green Stamper replies at 23rd February 2006, 4:21 pm :
I like this a lot, Charlie.
2. Darlene replies at 24th February 2006, 9:53 am :
Charlie,
This is a remarkable poem, so touchingly “real”.
I absolutely love it.
Darlene
3. Charlie replies at 24th February 2006, 12:26 pm :
Thank you, Georgia and Darlene, for your kind comments. charlie
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