Poem

Want to go there again
Till there aren’t any more
Places
To sit on dead trees
And see the spectacular tales
Spoken in languages long ago
Forgotten
Lasting for minutes of this life
We hold dear
Yet digging their trenches in our
Landscapes of memory
Tears and laughter dug deep in the
Landscapes of memory
Stories too long
To remember
Of the days long gone by
Yet just as though it were
Yesterday that I thought I was young
Much like yourself
Running through cornfields
In my landscapes of memory.