Memories and Visions
Old Man
He told me stories
long ago
of strange events
beyond belief
and family histories
to help me see
where I fit,
how I came to be
but I had no patience
for an old man
and the tales
he wove
For there were
trees to climb
places to explore
and mystery
Now he's gone
the stories lost to time
and how I wish...
I wish I'd listened
10/25/15
Copyright 2015, John W Flournoy. All rights reserved
This was a memory of my uncle Rey, who told me stories when I was a boy, but had forgotten them by the time I was ready to listen.
long ago
of strange events
beyond belief
and family histories
to help me see
where I fit,
how I came to be
but I had no patience
for an old man
and the tales
he wove
For there were
trees to climb
places to explore
and mystery
Now he's gone
the stories lost to time
and how I wish...
I wish I'd listened
10/25/15
Copyright 2015, John W Flournoy. All rights reserved
This was a memory of my uncle Rey, who told me stories when I was a boy, but had forgotten them by the time I was ready to listen.
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