Once upon a rainy night in May
With its short nights and long days
I asked the 4 walls in my place
To tell what they had seen along the way
And here is what they had to say
'This little room is over a 100 years old
We were a hotel for 40 years or so
Teddy Roosevelt once stayed down below'
It was then when the thunder rolled
For them to continue I again extolled
'It's a five flite walk up when the lift is out
The poor old thing was installed in 1947
Before that they walked up our stairs no doubt
Our whole fifth floor burned out in 1973
Only us and the roof above left intact you see
It was five years before they built us back
Within this space there were many
Young lovers and those who went to War
Never to be seen or heard from no more'
Then once again the thunder roared
'Clark Gable was here once can you believe
At Christmas time 1942 on leave from Fort Wright
To visit an old shut-in so lonely, old and sad
Saying he missed Carol who died 11 months past
And gave her a picture of him with Vivien Leigh
Bing Crosby once sang Cristmas Carols in the halls
Way before he met Catherine Grant of course
We think they left some stardust on the floor
Wouldn't they find it odd to find you here now
A remote lonely introverted old poet like yourself
Still haunted by a good night kiss
From a young Baltimore lass in 1963
Dressed in your Army dress greens
On a day pass from old Fort Meade
You weren't such a clod hopper you know
She still thinks of you from time to time
It seems like dreams always stay 18
Their friendly echos still talk to us
They are still here strange as it may seem
We can hear their love their hopes their dreams
Of far away places they wanted to see
Of sacred beliefs in which they believed
They wished the whole World would one day be free
It's all still here for you and for we
Right here in old room 517'
(I believe, as Albert Einstein believed, that imagination
is more important than knowledge. Life should be
more than driving cars and playing computer video
games. 99 percent of people today are
so monotonously boring it is difficult for a
person's mind to cope with them, much less
life in general.)
by
Wesley 'star rover' Storer, Spokane 2007
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this was realy something
i went way back in my mind on this poem
i remember alot of this
and read about the other
wonderful and deep poem
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to us who are about as old as the wall paper's children
tell us more this is a hidden treasure yiu really joged sominds and many wheels rolled around. What was it he used to say "thanks for the memories" bobb hope
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[Belated] Hood-Wink! :-)
What a truly unique write, the idea you got across in this poem is brilliant and so is the way you did it.
the rhyming was cleverly done and I enjoyed the last bit in brackets.
Of course I did enjoy the whole write.
Thank you for sharing this, keep up the excellent work!
Annie 
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Awsomely Vivid
Wow. Such imagery...you are one talented poet, my friend! It felt like I was there, like I was listening to the wall talk to me...you told your tale well. My goodness, to only have half your talent would be my dream!-Monica
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All I can say is it's amazing..I love it.
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Wow awesome wrtie.... Hey and I'm from Baltimore! Whoot ~ Nice job!
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This is quite interesting! I love it! ^_^
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that piece was so melancholoic but also so beautiful.
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i liked it. it was really a nice peice
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i really enjoyed this, the way the room's history mixes with the narrator's. well done
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A beautifully nostalgic piece. You might enjoy http://allpoetry.com/poem/2136699
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'liked the approach taken here, with stories relayed by room 517..nice write
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Very enjoyable read
Things trapped in the eyes from the walls point of view. Great imagination. Remaining eighteen in our dreams. -
Remarkable
A remarkable poem through to the end. Imaginative and evocative, yes, a little sad but just in the way nostalgia is sad. -
Hood-Winked!
Hi Wesley, my name is Lilac and I am Hood-Winking you
and I'm so pleased I have clicked on this fantastic write, you are very gifted, and I'm very impressed...
I love the personification of the walls, it makes me think of the saying [If only these walls could talk]...You took a different approach, and I loved it! very creative, it gains momentum and strength with each stanza...excellent imagery, tone and language, I will remember this long after reading
~Lilac
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You've been hood-winked!
This was really nice. It seemed to have a sad undertone. Very nostalgic.
The concept is really neat and I loved that thought about how dreams stay eighteen. Very neat.
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wow
this is amazing.
She still thinks of you from time to time
It seems like dreams always stay 18
Their friendly echos still talk to us
They are still here strange as it may seem
We can hear their love their hopes their dreams
i love the theme and the mood in this. great job!
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Wow, Wesley, this is nothing short of wonderful, fabulous, beautiful!!!
I love the way you've presented this, the old hotel room talking to you, the memories of its days long past. This is truly a remarkable piece, my friend and it's going straight to my bookmarks. I know I'll want to read this again and again.
Dee
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