Tom Simard

Poetry, Music, and Prose

A Life

A Life
Days you never knew.
The farm they grew up on.
The dust and hazy summer afternoons.
The bridge you crossed
and on a New Year’s Eve
slid across.
The planes that now land and take off.
There is so much you didn’t know.
You think about this all
as you read about
a life you hardly knew.

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2 thoughts on “A Life

  1. I like. hits home. i’ve been recently to places my families settled 200-300 yrs ago, places i’ve visited when they were farms…all suburbia now and under flightpaths


    • Thanks, Howard.

      Under flightpaths. I see another illustration.

      That place where my dad and his sister grew up with the old farmhouse, the crab apple trees, the corn fields,, is no longer recognizable. In its place, one hears nothing of insects and birds but only the sound of roaring engines overhead. What a pity.


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