The Children of Old Town
A poem written in memory of the children of El Campo Santo.
© Stephen Martin 2/28/2007
Look beyond the picket fence
And you will see
The presence of a child
For such is me.
A silent voice beside the fence
Remember me.
Come play with me.
Sit upon the ancient roots.
Reach out to me.
I am the child:
This planted tree, in memory.
Beneath the cross
Within the fence
Remember me.
Remember me!
Don’t walk away as if we’d never met.
That was me beside the peppertree and yet
You walk away, so brief a stay in my vignette.
You weren’t alone!
Remember me don’t simply walk on out the gate.
My meager garden, so unkept: is this my fate?
You leave to cleave your mark upon the earth so great.
Remember me.
You; a man with pleasant words of repartee.
Stood atop this ancient field and talked with me.
I grabbed you at the gate and said,
Remember me.
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My eternal gratitude to
Linda Shafer for showing me this
side of life.
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My hobbies include writing poetry about the faeries, elves, gnomes, mermaids and magic of the Sebastopol, Bodega Bay, Sonoma County area.
I wrote Nude Tea which is available at online bookstores like Barnes and Nobles.
My
44 Summer Stories are available at WildChildPublishing.com
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Nude Tea 2 Not at all like the original Nude Tea ~ these tales are not for children.
The Ballad of Norman Knudleman
Robert Graves, Symptoms of Love
To Be or Not To Be, by me as well as Shakespeare
William Wordsworth, We are Seven
William Morris, The Sirens
Zennor, the Mermaid Legend