Wish I could go back, even now

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My grandad had a place near the end of Maple Avenue.
This was small-town life in the early seventies.
My mom had sadly just passed away, and I was far too young.
My dad had a lot on his metaphorical plate; shift work, farming.
He wished for things to be different, but they weren’t.

Tranquility of mind

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I find myself here when I need to let it all go
The water seems to move like a satin sheet
It mimics the sky and plays tricks on the eye
There’s a calming nature like no other I’ll meet

The clouds are high in the distant sky
Looming, dooming, they…

Frank Larkin

Husband, Father, Writer, Future Retired Paper Mill Employee, Eco-Friendly — Peace-Loving — Pet Owner

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