Hidden Places Date: Tuesday, 1st September 2009 @ 01:42:06 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: merle In that remote part of my mind I never reveal, That blessed sanctuary where I often steal. There lies the real id of me, Never the light of day to see. Stored here are things with which I cannot deal, Fantasy images my mind has made real. Shadow box images in still from forgotten times and places, memories, tattered and worn, all gone now but these traces. Sounds of church laughter and church tears in yards Where they’re laid my loved ones low, It is here I visit with memory and its bittersweet echo. This poem is Copyright © merle Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=152787