Seven years ago, <br />I went back to Canada <br />after forty-two years. <br />I walked down a road <br />to show my wife where I used to live. <br />The road was built on rolling hills <br />and as I came over one, <br />I knew instantly where I was. <br />Things had changed <br />in those forty-two years, <br />some would say <br />it was unrecognisable <br />from what I used to know, <br />but as soon as I started down the hill <br />things came back like yesterday. <br />It was as if I had never been away. <br />Memories of my childhood <br />instantly sprang to mind. <br />I found myself seeing things <br />not as the now, <br />but there were changes <br />from the way back then. <br />The memory flashes <br />brought a smile to my face <br />as I could visualise <br />all the friends I knew then, <br />the funny incidents that over my life <br />in the way back then. <br />All too soon, time <br />has a way of taking things back <br />and my memory reclined them <br />to the back door of my mind. <br /> <br />30 April 2008<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-way-back-then/
