Sharp Memory

 Sharp memory

Johnclarestokes 

The days have come where I am thankful

for some of my most memorable times

the camera was along to preserve the day

the very place where we’d sit and would

barely say any words, deep in thought

of those things growing, those lives going

those things coming to break the silence.

For now I’ve come to live long enough

that these things are gone from there

I’d be hard pressed to stand upon the

spot we once sat in the afternoon sun

the gardening done, the supper simmering

the tinge of fall in the air, the hum of a

hymn upon the wind, the silence listening.

Father and Son on a Sunday morning

Crawfordville 

Kodachrome

1980’s