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Robert Harrison
Guest
                         WANDERINGS
I OFTEN SEE THROUGH THE COBWEBS OF MY MIND,
A TIME I ONCE KNEW, ONE OF A GENTLER KIND.
CHILDREN AT PLAY DID SAFELY GIMBLE AND GAMBLE
ACROSS FIELD AND COPSE AND IN STREET.
I SEE OLD FRIENDS, UNCHANGED BY TIME, AND THEY MEET
IN PLACES, THAT FOR ME, WILL NEVER BE ANY DIFFERENT
FOR MEMORY LOCKS THEM AWAY IN A CURIOUS QUADRENT,
TO WHICH ONLY THE MIND CAN PROVIDE THE UNLOCKING CLUE
AND BRING BACK AGAIN THAT WHICH, THOUGH PAST, REMAINS NEW.
THE POET HAS PENNED THE LINES "TIME CANNOT BE CALLED BACK,
FOR IT PASSES FORWARD, ALONG ITS ONWARD TRACK".
THOUGH MEMORY WILL DENIGH THE TRUTH OF SUCH LINES,
I CANNOT BRING BACK THAT WHICH BELONGS ONLY TO PAST TIMES.
AS I GROW OLD AND MY MEMORY GROWS DIMM,
A FACE IN A CROWD WILL HAVE ME SAY "I"M SURE - I KNOW HIM".
THE PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE ARE ALL BUT A DOOR
TAKING ME THOUGH THE COBWEBS OF MY MIND,
TO A TIME I ONCE KNEW, ONE OF A GENTLER KIND.
I OFTEN SEE THROUGH THE COBWEBS OF MY MIND,
A TIME I ONCE KNEW, ONE OF A GENTLER KIND.
CHILDREN AT PLAY DID SAFELY GIMBLE AND GAMBLE
ACROSS FIELD AND COPSE AND IN STREET.
I SEE OLD FRIENDS, UNCHANGED BY TIME, AND THEY MEET
IN PLACES, THAT FOR ME, WILL NEVER BE ANY DIFFERENT
FOR MEMORY LOCKS THEM AWAY IN A CURIOUS QUADRENT,
TO WHICH ONLY THE MIND CAN PROVIDE THE UNLOCKING CLUE
AND BRING BACK AGAIN THAT WHICH, THOUGH PAST, REMAINS NEW.
THE POET HAS PENNED THE LINES "TIME CANNOT BE CALLED BACK,
FOR IT PASSES FORWARD, ALONG ITS ONWARD TRACK".
THOUGH MEMORY WILL DENIGH THE TRUTH OF SUCH LINES,
I CANNOT BRING BACK THAT WHICH BELONGS ONLY TO PAST TIMES.
AS I GROW OLD AND MY MEMORY GROWS DIMM,
A FACE IN A CROWD WILL HAVE ME SAY "I"M SURE - I KNOW HIM".
THE PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE ARE ALL BUT A DOOR
TAKING ME THOUGH THE COBWEBS OF MY MIND,
TO A TIME I ONCE KNEW, ONE OF A GENTLER KIND.