Men Talk Poetry - June/July 2002

Boyhood Memories - © 2002 Gunnar Wikstrom There is some comfort in recollections Reminders of my youth Harbors with buoys and fog horns Along the New England coast As tides ebb and flow onto endless beaches Lighthouses cast beams afar Into the darkened night Beacons for passing ships An ocean with soft undulating waves At a moment's notice altered With crashing breakers from a "Nor'easter" Sea gulls searching for a safe haven Now from the Midwest shall these memories Remain only in my mind's eye? I think not. Before many more years I must find my way back Once again, I must feel the ocean breeze See the sea gulls soaring, smell fresh salt air, Touch bare feet on sandy and rocky shore 'Tis then I will have tasted the New England of my youth