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~ Memory's Forest ~

~ Memory's Forest ~

A lone Saxaphone
Lost
Deep in the forest
Let's loose
An elongated cry
Echoing
Like waterfalls
Upon lilting wind
Tickling
Baby squirrels
On treetops tips
Bringing
A single tear
To a young girl's cheek
Who daydreams
In herself
Of her father's music
His Saxaphone
So dearly missed
As she wonders why
Why it is
That here among the trees
Of this
Her memory's forest
She recalls his face
So very well
And feels like the animals
Of memory's forest
Are cradled
In love
By treetops promise
Just as she feels
This most musical
Magical
Afternoon
Has created
New moments shared
And recollections rare
With a father
Long gone
And breathed new life
Into
His musical memory
By a visit
Deep
Into this,
Her memory's forest...

Tony Taylor
Rewrite: Jan. 2023

 

 

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Terry Reeves

Hi Tony,
That magical saxophone weaves
it's magic.
Love,
Terry & Anne.
xoxo :)

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Tony Taylor

Thanx so much TERRY!!......I appreciate it brother!!......Hello to Anne!!.....glad you enjoyed it!!.....smiles!....T xo  : )

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RG

Beautiful poem Tony. By the way GO COWBOYS , we’re in the playoffs ..😊👊🏻 I hope all is well and you had a happy new year. It was refreshing to see you on here! 

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Tony Taylor

YESS!!! ROBERT!!.....Go BOYZ BOYZ BOYZ!!......can't wait....the game stars in 2 hours......just got back from the store to pick up some Burgers, Wings and BEER!!......I'M READY Brother!!....thanx for remembering this my friend and thanx fpr the comment!!.....Later Tater!!.......peace...T xo  )

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RG

Yessir . Two interceptions…yikes but defense looking good. Go Blue! 🍻 cheers brother! 

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John Loopstra

Makes me remember a lonesome sax one night in Ballinspittle (Ireland) back in 1979 - my friend and me on our way back to the camping after pub, stopping mesmerized, standing still for 15 minutes or so, till the saxophonist had enough👏👏👏

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Tony Taylor

Thanx so much JOHN!!.......poetry definitely has the power to tyrigger memories....glad it was a pleasant one.....I'll get to your page soon but right now I have to rush off to watch the Dallas Cowboys game.....I can't wail it's gonne be a LOT of nervous fun!!......stay groovy brother......and thanx again!!.......Peace!!......T xo  : )

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Marion

God...how touching...i think we've all had those moments...for me it's nearly always the sound of the scottish bagpipes or the lone piper even though I've no personal connection to bugger all Scottish. Beautiful Tony...you bring a magic all of your own to this site x

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Tony Taylor

I'd love to visit Scotland....here the bagpipes blowin'!!.....thanx for this Marion......you're such a gift to us all......always look forward to your comments!!......stay groovy girlfriend!!.......smiles....T xo  : )

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Neville

Quite simply magic .. Here, you demonstrate something of the Midas touch sir Tony .. I quite fancy I caught a few ethereal strains of a subtle renaissance on a Celtic harp ....... N :) 

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Tony Taylor

LOL!!...than you for making me smile Sir NEVILLE!!.....you have such a genuine way with words!!.....apologies for the late reply!!.....looking forward to your book brother.....I saw the cover art......VERY cool and most intriguing!!......smiles......T xo  : )

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Neville

You are more than merely most welcome Tony .. and thank you sir .. I look forward to hearing your views here & maybe in a formal review in due course .. smiles duly reciprocated & truly :) x

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