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Sitting in the Park Sitting in the park thinking
back to a time when I could walk out my back door and into the woods and the
time I spent in them just walking, hunting and cutting firewood. Now I
sit alone in the park thinking of my life gone by and all the things that I
missed by driving a truck. As I listen to someone talk about fishing,
my mind goes back to a place were I would spend Sunday afternoons in the
summer, the smell of the bait, and the feel of the sun on my face. I
could feel the tug of the fish as it took my bait. Then it’s gone again
from my mind and I am back sitting alone in the park. A soft breeze
blows over me and I am at the airport getting ready to fly into the heavens
and soar into the clouds. The smell of fuel is strong as I walk to the
plane. Just then a child runs by bringing me back to the park. My eyes
get tired and I close them just for a minute. I am in the dark room
printing the photographs I made today. I see the people that I made stand and
sit and I notice how the light hit them just right. My arm slips off
the bench and I am back in the park. It’s getting dark so I start back
to my home where I will sit alone tonight thinking of time gone by. |
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