The Land Beyond

Hair pin curves, hugging pines,

uncover a map lost in my mind.

The brush-harbor church barely holds,

but within these borders its frame work stands bold.

The steep grade sign makes me smile,

on Big Bear Bend the landmark of a child.

A gate locked tight keeps me out.

A tiny place no bigger than a sprout.

-with the smell - of baking bread

Upon that soil I now tread.

This land beyond is a teeny place.

And with the magic of time,

my memory awakes.

An open door lets me in

and the room beyond

is filled with old friends.

My old collie dog that shared my life.

My Grand and Pop (both bigger than life).

My mom and my dad, who I lost long past.

Truth be told I don’t think I can come back.

But like the waking of a dream, each thing fades;

With this lingering truth that remains.

the woman, I see, was made by these.

Reviews

[Zoe Richardson]

So very true. We are a patchwork of our past, of those who came before and shaped our lives. And we are their hope for the future. You captured this beautifully, along with the evocation of memory.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Zoe
yes i agree love is always adding to who we are.

[Chris Shaw]

I took that journey with you Cherrie. A nostalgia trip back to your beginnings. I love the detail here. Very nicely penned.

Chris

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) I'm so happy you got to come with-