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    Footprints

    Footsteps  crackle of grass splintering of floorboards  Falling through rocks    footprints  fading in the wet sand  as we look back  when that tide rushed in    pictures in my mind  your footprints left behind    photos in old albums  I see the many steps we took together    The years we climbed  those mountains of...

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    • Life can be a sad experience later in life. The loss of a spouse hurts so bad and memories become the new reality. This is well told, Julie.

    • Hi thanks Tim it can be a spouse a partner a family member or indeed friends yes thanks so much I appreciate!

    • Powerfully penned, Julie. Excellent imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • This is excellent ink Julie .. the sadness that clearly and so eloquently flow throughout can be truly felt .. Kindest Regards, Neville

    • The crackle, the falling, the fading footprints -this poem captures the fleeting passage of time and memory with such honesty and quiet, aching beauty.

    • Well written, Julie. Not too heavy and not fluff. It sets a wonderful tone and soothes the reader as they progress through it. Awesome results.

    • This brought back many poignant memories, thank you.

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    A Jersey Shore in Ryegate

    A Jersey Shore in Ryegate   There were raspberries in that pasture there was a hill from which we could see a couple old Vermont towns   we were the youth of the fifties scrambling through the brush dodging cows that gave us   a puzzled eye chewing cud in...

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    • How sad that all things must change. I can relate in some ways just walking out my front door and seeing rows of houses where once woods where we played sat. All my childhood friends left when they heard of other boroughs moving in. They were right. I can imagine how hard it must be for you to go back and see a different world, one not so loving.

      • thanks Tim…most of it is the same….this concerned one particular spot I remembered, or thought I did and wanted to look at it once more. But I could not get to it…all overgrown…

        thanks for your words…and sharing your story.
        j.

    • This poem is full of gentle nostalgia – the raspberries, the cows, the hills all bring the past vividly to life. It’s quietly profound, and I could almost step into that memory myself. Beautifully done, j

      • I wish you could literally step into it, Romaj ….it was and still is so beautiful up there in Ryegate.

        Thanks for your words.

        j.

    • Phenomenally penned, Jacob. Love the nostalgic flavor, and the memories in a small corner of a past universe. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Some say you should never go back. Not me, I am a great one for nostalgia. Things change, not always for the better, but memories last a lifetime. Fabulous poem and your latest book title too. I love our bovine friends. Can remember walking through meadows myself as a child.

      Chris

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