The journey down memory lane
brings memories gallore,
When you walk through an open door
you'll find there's always more.
I drove by the place we used to live
on La Entrada Avenue,
The house was just as I remembered it
on the hill with quite the view.
I reminisced about some memories there
until I was just eight,
It's weird how some things seem like yesterday
even though I'm 40 to date.
Yesterday I got to tour
the school of Bishops Peak,
Where I spent first through third grade
until we moved to the desert heat.
The walk to school seemed so long
when I was just just a child then,
Yet to look at it today
it's strange how your perspective is.
The principal heard my discussion
with one of the Office Staff,
And showed me where the yearbooks were
in a cupboard in the back.
I got to locate the details
of stuff about my school,
And see the pictures of my class
when I was young and just learning in school.
I got to share with various ones
the things that looked the same,
And inquire about the teachers
who I'm sure don't remember my name.
I then drove to find my Dad's work
and stopped in to say hi,
Of course the receptionist was kind
but didn't know my Dad from back in time.
It's crazy to think about the moments there
for growing up my life was hard,
It's been cool to travel down this way
yet it makes me feel old to study long ago days.
Poem Written By: @mistywgilbert
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