Of Memories Hard to Forget -an original poem

I saw a picture of a place
That seemed as though it were familiar.
Perhaps it was the setting sun
In the scene that stirred the mem’ry
Of the woods behind a house I once shelled
Peas. It was not in my nature
To care for the wonder and/or
beauty of nature. I never did know
Why anyone would bother with
It. But I loved her, and she loved
It. This picture stirs a memory of
A place, but it is not that same place.

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