Two Houses Down

 As I walk this hill

   with much to view

Looking at

trees of white birch, pines so green

Hearing

sounds in spring air crisp and clean

the clanging of steel, a ringer for three

Viewing

a knife marked tree

and old white house, so wonderful to see

Remembering

my past, family times shared

the love the care

Thinking

 how times have changed 

things now rearranged 

but somehow remain the same

new faces of children

now the present but...

always the past

without those years

the future would not exist

Wondering

how many are still here

how many lost to the war of life

for the visions of back then

appear again and again

Knowing

I am back, my roots, my past

living this small town

this hill this street

only two houses down

© Chuck Preston 5~17~2002