Caryl Ramsdale, American Poet
ALL YOUR DAYS
to Dr. K. Tom Casey
Old red brick stacked stories high,
Their color—library red;
Typify worn schoolhouses,
My aging mother once said.
Three long blocks to that schoolhouse,
With big doors facing the sun;
‘Twas where I learned the meanings
Of...begin—began—begun.
Our tall church on the corner,
Had wide steps and heavy doors;
It’s solid gray stone structure
Surrounded dark wooden floors.
I ran often to that place,
Near where grandma lived alone;
And listened to the meanings
Of...regret—correct—atone.
Across the street, a building
With a painted storefront sign;
Drew the old and young alike
To it’s soda fountain line.
Family and friends gathered
There all week long and Sundays;
Making souvenir meanings
Of...live—laugh—love all your days.
©Copyright1999-2007 Caryl Ramsdale. All rights reserved.
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September 07, 2006
