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[title] => Water Passing By
[time] => 2005-04-09 10:12:15
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[bodytext] => Sunshine splattering through the trees Different kinds with different leaves City traffic an even flow Non too fast non too slow I come into my little town Port Huron Dying since a mall and Walmart came in It's not the same since we lost our five & dimes Woolworth,Newberry,Sears and Kresge Then there was Cunninghams with their soda jerk An icecream cone double or even triple dip A malted milk,a girlfriend and half a day sips If I may say Those were the days O'I'm reminiscing Missing Like river water memories floating by Pinegrove park is coming into view Families daddies mothers toddlers and babies new I love the freshness of the sunny spring air Hand in hand young men with ladies fair There's The Saint Clair river today running smooth O'the memories of my youth Sorry I did it again Forgive me for an old man's sin Parking my car I walk to its shore Seeing beautiful Canada right next door I shade my eyes Watching the silver blue water passing by Walking the board walk at the waters edge Spotting the Bluewater bridges up ahead Beautiful arches similar to heaven's gates My Lord,My Lord I can hardly wait Lake Huron at the mouth of the river Sun streaking across with rays of silver Waves breaking reflecting her diamonds I dream on The Thomas Edison Inn it's wonderful site Newly weds and memorable nights I stare in wonder imagining the lovers there Thoughts in my mind do I dare I catch myself smiling Under these bridges I ask my girl to take this ring Thirty years ago this Spring The bright sun sets the water on fire Remembering youth and all its desires I still have a little spring in my step Above that not much left I head back to my parked car Ending this before I go too far Beverly I honestly Love you Dennis Sinned [comments] => 3 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 21 [informant] => sinned [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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