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In a Childhood Zone

I grew up as a child near a freeway construction zone Took many an afternoon naps lullabied by the sound of machinery drone And to this very day when I hear the sounds of construction going on, my eyes get heavy and my ears take flight into the childhood zone It’s the peaceful sounds of machines playing the freeway song Hypnotic sounds of machines droning on and on: Jackhammers ... pounding drums staccato style Drills ... metallic violins heard for miles Bulldozers ... cymbals crashing ground piles Dump trucks ... horns blasting engine shouts Sweet transformative sounds, slinging me across the vale of time Young freeway dreams taking me faraway to a future yet unseen

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 10/19/2017 2:17:00 PM
This is an awesome poem for a bio, Freddie, those little things of pleasure to us. It is smells that send me to thoughts of the past and they are so memorable .. Hugs Eve ~`*
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Date: 10/18/2017 11:36:00 AM
I remember my first visit to NYC. It took me two nights to get used to the city noise, after that it lulled me to sleep every night. When I left it took about two nights to get used to the silence. Great write my friend...
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Date: 10/18/2017 10:58:00 AM
Hi Freddie, I enjoyed your poem about your childhood. Thanks for allowing me to visit your "childhood zone" :-)
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