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.
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James Michael (Pseudonym) (
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A rewrite of my favorite poem that I wrote recently.
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