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The Tracks
by Tony Whitaker
treasured tracks
memory walks
childs hike
to school and back
tireless path
no launch or landing
shortcut
by woods forsaken
guided passage
treated timbers
aged by times
weathered stage
rusted spikes
unknown driven
hardened men
in hardened times
cheap-fitted shoes
kicking granite shot
bright resounds
tempered rails
young legs stretching
tie to tie
imaginary journeys
far away places
dizzy gazing
straightened path
lines converge
how is that?
what lies beyond
convergent tip
fantasy world
of childhood wonder?
then to hear
that lonesome moan
mourning wind
sings its song
So far away
but not for long
tale-tale steady
thumpety-thump
wide-eyed exit
haste to find
through brush and briar
to safety stand
this tiny fist
pulls the air
experiencing the sound
of aureate blare
02/09/2007 Author's Note: A true memory of my walk to school and back each day. I would walk these tracks for about a mile before turning for home, also not far from these treasured tracks.
Posted on 02/09/2007
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