Going to Sandusky

James Michael

My ol’ hometown,

dear Sandusky.

On the northern shores

of the heartland of America;

picturesque Ohio.

 

Saint Mary’s church

a few doors away

from my ol’ house.

Down the street 

to gorgeous gardens 

around the big clock,

and the timeless fountain 

of the Boy with the Boot.

 

Memories of neighbors

walking about,

without fear of each other,

without fear of the world.

 

Walking with my mother 

lovingly downtown.

Past

J.C. Penny’s

Macy’s

Woolworth’s

and Gray Drugs

for a candy bar.

 

A round trip ride

on the ferry to Cedar Point.

My Mom and I

watching the seagulls go by.

That is where I hope 

my soul will again fly.

 

 

  • Author: James Michael (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 9th, 2026 23:32
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  • James Michael

    A rewrite of my favorite poem that I wrote recently.



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