WONDERS WHERE I GREW UP!

Over hill and dale

To Binghamton I’d sail…

Happily

A “Bingo-town” spree,

As daydreams do avail.

Various interesting trains,

On branch line and main…

ALCOs near-gone

Rail soldiers on,

In it’s dancing refrain.

The hospital where Dad “Chaplain-ed”,

A lot of shrinking has happened…

Buildings torn down

Services by the town,

And mini-steam plants enacted.

Our residence still stands,

Used for other demands…

Memories

Of growing-up trees,

I sure understand!

Behind the house sat

The grave of our Bally-cat…

A mulberry tree

Marked his entry

Into where dead pets are at.

Culture I’m sure is there,

Two folk dance groups, if you car…

As far as downtown

I’ve not been around,

But assume its commercial air.

I’ve ignored most of my school mates,

Too bad I couldn’t find a place…

For friends who struggled,

Occasionally snuggled,

To life’s accelerated pace?

In my mind I can see

Multiple routes to conveniently…

Go here to there

Over to that square,

My mind’s eye can still see!

Both parents are buried out there,

Haven’t gone back since Dad was put there…

So many years

In arrears,

Memories are all I can share.

–Jonathan Caswell

 

 

 

 

 

 

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