Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

There's memories
In old wood floors,
They first catch your eye
With subtle tones,
Speak in creaks and groans
Pictures richer than
Artificial tile or
Glittering stone.

Dark hardware stores,
Smelling of tools and oil,
1950's soda fountains,
With slow fans overhead,
The father-son place
I bought the office supplies
In that little Florida town,
The antique store in France,
The house I grew up in,
Windows open to the light
And the sounds of the bay,
Daddy in his easy chair,
Mama in the kitchen,
The dog barking
At birds and squirrels.

"Be careful
On your way to the kitchen,
Or the needle will skip
And scratch the record..."

Opera on a Sunday
At 33 RPM...

Old wooden floors
Creaking with steps of time.

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Poem copyright 2020 by Donovan Baldwin
Photograph of old wooden floor, old book store, Fredericksburg, Virginia, by John Ayo

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