Imaginations
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Thru
      the
      Past
      Darkly
     
    

    
     
      by
      Chris
     
    

    
     
      The
      rusty
      wire
      still
     
    

    
     
      Stubbornly
      sticks
      to
      the
     
    

    
     
      Thick,
      tall
      evergreens
     
    

    
     
      I
      am
      wandering
      about
     
    

    
     
      On
      land
      that
      as
      children
     
    

    
     
      My
      cousins
      and
      I
      spent
     
     
      Countless
      hours
      exploring
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      old
      pond
      is
      as
     
    

    
     
      Green
      and
      unmoving
      as
      ever
     
    

    
     
      Yet
      change
      is
      the
      feature
      here
     
    

    
     
      Our
      grandparents
      are
      now
      deceased
     
     
      And
      so
      is
      what
      was
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      back
      field
      is
      full
      of
     
     
      Natural
      green
      growth
     
     
      This
      field
      was
      once
     
     
      Flat
      and
      kept
      at
      bay
     
     
      The
      stomping
      ground
     
     
      of
      horses
      and
      cows
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      chicken
      pen
      once
     
     
      Full
      of
      lively
      chickens
     
     
      Roosters,
      geese
      even
     
     
      Is
      now
      being
      reclaimed
     
     
      By
      Nature
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Once
      a
      mighty
      garden
     
     
      Roared
      down
      the
      hill
      to
     
     
      End
      near
      the
      green
      pond
     
     
      Vegetables
      of
      many
      kinds
     
     
      Prospered
      in
      the
      soil
     
     
      And
      on
      the
      supper
      plate
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Mickey
      the
      proud
      German
     
     
      Sheppard
      had
      a
      large
     
    

    
     
      Area
      cleared
      for
      his
      own
      use
     
     
      Bones
      cluttered
      his
      area
     
     
      Strangers
      and
      chickens
     
     
      Were
      fearful
      of
      this
      dog
     
     
      Mickey’s
      house
      is
      empty
     
     
      And
      rests
      with
      a
      collection
     
    
   
   
    
     
      UPEI
      X-P
      RESS
     
    
   
   
    
     
      September
      17,
      1992
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Of
      memories
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      whole
      scene
      is
      almost
     
     
      Depressing
      yet
      how
      can
     
     
      Nature
      be
      depressing?
     
     
      Nature
      rules
      ail
      and
     
     
      That
      is
      fine
      by
      me.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      A
      Little
      Mash
      For
      The
      Backlash.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Who
      are
      we
      before
      one
      and
      other
     
    

    
     
      As
      our
      eyes
      met
      and
      pass
     
    

    
     
      There
      is
      another
     
    

    
     
      But
      it
      is
      too
      quick
      to
      see
      into
      those
      eyes
     
     
      Too
      quick
      to
      see
      into
      their
      hearts
     
    

    
     
      Is
      their
      heart
      male
      or
      female
     
    

    
     
      Oh
      maybe
      their
      just
      another.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Each
      day
      goes
      by
      and
      many
      others
     
    

    
     
      My
      mother,
      who
      is
      another
      beautiful
      being
     
     
      Yes
      we
      are
      another
      to
     
    

    
     
      Just
      as
      the
      skies
      are
      blue
     
    

    
     
      She
      says
      live
      the
      golden
      rule
     
    

    
     
      And
      so
      does
      he
      my
      father
      who
     
    

    
     
      Is
      another,
      say
     
    

    
     
      Love
      on
      another
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Yes
      we
      are
      friends
      not
      foes
      so
      now
     
    

    
     
      We
      can
      progress
      together
      with
      one
     
     
      Another
      without
      ill
      weather,
     
    

    
     
      Under
      the
      shining
      rule
      love
      one
      another.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      William
      Tell
     
     
      Blair
      Kelly
     
    
   
   
    
     
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