A Memory

May 25, 2010
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A simple melody breaks the air.

Memories of long ago awake—
There’s smells of scrapple and pine.
And the same swings still do shake,
In the upper Midwest, by columbine.

I feel the exact winds push me,
As I stare into the foreverness of Clyde.
And Wisconsin skies still loom over me,
In a flood of purple-pinky wine.

I can see his face still glued right there,
A picture in time, one that no zone,
No boundary, no galaxy, no universe
Breaks the sound of his voice.

A simple memory breaks my heart.

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Joseph123 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 18, 2010 at 6:43 am
maybe instead of "A simple memory breaks my heart," I could say, "A simple melody breaks my heart." The melody being his voice...
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