drums echoing through a mountainous valley
that few have ever traveled... the hollowed
out ringing rides along the surface of a
vacant mental river bed -- once filled with
memories too wonderful to ignore -- now those
memories fade as well as the life giving
waters that pushed them along once they
were divorced from the lake where summers
spent with the family held wreaths of enjoyment
once worn around the neck before causing
hives of despair to appear... distant drums
beat consitent with their clockwork like
percision that was once reserved for only the
finest European mechanic, now are used
by all the free masons whose lodges in the
valley hold vacationers as if they were occupying
seats in Carnegie Hall... momentous applause
is barked our by the dogs who guard the valley
like they were the real gates of Hades while my
thoughts dwindle down to almost nothing after
they have been washed and cleaned... pruned
and inventoried before winter storage in the
oak trees all along the valley's perimeters...
as a child, I looked both ways before crossing
now I let the driver exercise caution before
entering the valley where wonders never cease
to amaze those thoughts that have visited here
for the very first time... a fall retreat beckons
to begin and since I must lead the procession
my leave of you and your, I must now request.
24 October 2021
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