A Poem of Remembrance
Keeping with our theme of memoirs and reflections, read the following poem and respond to it in terms of what it means to you and what it reminds you of from your past.
Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle Received from a Friend Called Felicity
During that summer
When unicorns were still possible;
When the purpose of knees
Was to be skinned;
When shiny horse chestnuts
(Hallowed out
Fitted with straws
Crammed with tobacco
Stolen from butts
In family ashtrays)
Were puffed in green lizard silence
While straddling thick branches
Far above and away
From the softening effects
Of civilization;During that summer-
Which may never have been at all;
But which has become more real
Than the one that was-
Watermelons ruled.
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