Newport News VA. Was were I spent my childhood.
Much has changed since I left
The playground I used to play on is no longer there.
It's been torn down and replaced with a gas station of all things
My childhood memories is all I have now
Days playing tag with my friends
Days I thought would never end
Backyard football
BBQs with the neighbors
That was the field where we played Baseball
Races ran around tracks
Or just running around playing tag
Lots of fun we used to have
Now all gone
Torn down
Whipped away
Nothing but gas stations and mini marts
Thank God I still got my memories
Though a site like this wounds my soul
With my memories it can never truly take its toll
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Perpetual change society's menace and though memories may distort they remain intact. A nostalgic write
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Wonderful write! Very relatable. I feel the same way when I visit the town I grew up in. Things change and our memories help produce a sort of haunting feeling when we pass through old, familiar places that don't look so familiar anymore. Well done, Tony! 🌹👏
Thank you Tristan
Really good poem, I enjoyed the read. Thanks for sharing.
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You're welcome too.
Oh yes! Quite resonant 👍🏻 In fact I have posted a poem or two in the same theme. This is quite the sentimental journey 🙏🏻🕊
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You’re welcome Tony 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊️
Reminiscing of days gone by. A beautiful reflection.
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Can you imagine what things would look like 100 years from now
If they were to continue along this track?
I don't think us whack
Jobs will be given that long
Thank G....!
Great write, Tony.
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Aww the playground gone makes me sad. Beautiful short story
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A wonderful poem
a touch of sadness
when things change
over time, but you'll
always have the
memories, they'll
never change.
Thanks for sharing!! 🙏
Best regards ✌️ Thad
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I can totally understand that Tony, I went back to my home city a couple of years ago and my school, built in 1703 was now a car park, the old school was gone.
Andy
Thank you Andy
I go through the same feelings Tony every time I drive through my old neighborhood. It feels so much smaller that what I remember, but I know that's only because the trees have grown to four times the size of when I was a child. The paths in the woods all gone from overgrowth. I can see it so clearly in my mind, but as I stand where I know the path was, gone. Just a new forest for a new generation of young explorers. Great write Tony. Long may your memories live. 😊👍
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