Peninsula
Ohio
I
am a big city boy
Raised
with skyscrapers
Crowds
of people
And
noise beyond description
My
favorite memories are not of the city
Rather
a small town
Home
to less than a thousand people
But
a haven to a teenage boy
It
had one police car
One
bar and a general store
With
a church on the corner
The
people were friendly to a fault
Uncorrupted
by the stresses of the city
I
will always remember the milkshakes
The
richest chocolate ever tasted
And
the merging of the Cuyahoga River
With
the antique Ohio Canal
Currents
and waves made a visual music
With
changing melodic tones
I
am grown now
With
sixty summers behind me
Still,
that small town sticks with me
I
know it will have changed
But,
I pray that someday I will go back
And
those milkshakes will still be there
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