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I think I've always had love and poetry in my life



even when I really didn't write



there was poetry in playtime



the long ago lyrics of laughter and skipping



the clever meter  in which the school bus hummed



its way to school



the sonnet like snoring of the family dog



sleeping on the shaded porch



us children never tired of wearing our mother's sixth child out



colors and shapes used to talk to me



there was so much life unfolding



before my young eager eyes



freedom and vitality



they frolicked  and climbed with me



to the highest limbs



fear and doubt back then



could never seem to keep up



as they knew so little of a child's antics and love



I can still hear some memories laughing



the jungle Jim's, teeter totters and playground swings



creaking out in their own form of Morse code                                                      



some reminiscent notes of untouched innocence



that's never completely gone



it leaves us



but only if we let it go



well, I, for one



shall never let mine go



those beautous, precious, perfect memories too



for they are irreplaceable



unrepurchaseable  components of



my life



my love



and yes



above all else indeed



my poetry



Sept.2,2002(5pm)