The Passing It is here where I was born, and this home is in my blood Its history is rich the place where Autumn colors flood I love for all that marks this rocky coasted land With all its dearest memories and days that go unplanned Long bitter winters and a slow emerging Spring Brilliant Summer days and the gardens that it brings Lilacs and goldenrod and remnants of stonewalls Historical cemeteries where lie heroes of our wars Rolling flowered hills rise surging against the sky A never ending seashore where seething breakers die Old gambrelled houses lanes where ghosts have come to stray And low lying headstones under towering pinewood shade Since a boy my heart would always cast a gentle inner glow Upon the peaceful sight of a falling New England snow Now these outward symbols that I have come to adore Are part of a fabled heritage that I will cherish forever more Memories of these and all the people that ever crossed my path Will haunt my soul while I am aging and better days have passed No longer will I hike to the far reaches of the land Or sail the painted coastline setting port upon the sand I sit gazing on my homeland from a rocking chair at dawn And my days are filled with remembrances of being young and strong Some time soon I will fall asleep and never awake again And my life will no longer be what is....but what it all has been Another sunrise has cracked the hills yet darkness invades my sight Eyes that once searched horizons far now strain in the daylight bright With whats left of life inside me I eye the land I know so well Searching the dunes for memories past and the stories that they tell A wave of emerging dusk now encloses every fiber of my soul Tears that fall upon an aged face feeling now the bitter cold As I pass over into the other side I hope to find salvation from within And I will remember the beauty left behind, as the final light goes dim. JTM 1994©
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 00:51:52 +0000
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