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Accidental Poet

Saturday Mornings

As I turn back the pages

Through old memories of mine

Like gold nuggets of treasure

Days of smiles and laughter so fine

 

Take me back to days of splendor

Back to my youth

When life was slower paced

And we all lived a simple truth

 

I seem to remember

Saturday mornings in the warm sun

Just a young boy seeking adventure

In search of carefree fun

 

I’d walk up to

The end of the street

To the baseball park

On the swings I was set free

 

How I loved Saturday mornings

And the simple joy it would bring

Like it was just yesterday

How I remember early birds that sing

 

Back and forth

I’d swing so high

As I sit here now

All I can do is sigh

 

From spring through summer

Life was oh so grand

And Saturday mornings

To the ball park swings I ran

 

My years now all assembled in tidy row

My body with aches and pains

But with a fondness beyond words

These nostalgic memories remain

 

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