Past the ridge of rolling hills and fields laid out like patch work quilts,
lay an ancient city untouched by time.
It is difficult to think of the things that have taken place along its cobblestone roads,
to imagine there was a time when unspeakable crimes were not confined to the dark alleys but held out in the open for all to see.
This city was my home, it was my childhood and as I stand within this square,
the memories long pushed aside now begin to flood back.
The faces of a family I once knew in a distant reality are here now beside me.
Looking as if they have danced out of the photograph that has been so dear to me, seeing me through all of my perils, I have guarded it from so many things.
Author notes
Written December 3rd, 2004
A contest entry
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wow very intruiging
i love the melody this plays-like a quest for honest and dignity to reign again
wonderful
ash
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