The Old Harbor

The Old Harbor

Went down to the sea today
Rode my bike on the sea wall
Looked out over the windy waters
The old harbor
Now a city of memories
Of Summer camp and birthday parties
Dissolving in the mirrors of my youth
City of my parents, grandparents and relatives
Their faces and voices floating in the depths of the blue green
waters of the bay,
Glistening in the afternoon sun
Calling me back
From this ocean they came
To this ocean, they’ve returned
But all the love they gave
And the lessons they taught
In my heart, remain.

by Night Flyer
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