tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623771260175708008.post5025834508156845245..comments2023-06-29T03:59:00.743-04:00Comments on Crowned with Laurels Poetry: HARMONIC SOUNDS OF NOSTALGIALORENZOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00172667875168767941noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623771260175708008.post-67436026138478334762010-11-01T06:04:29.848-04:002010-11-01T06:04:29.848-04:00Hey man, nice poem. My first stop by your blog. Ca...Hey man, nice poem. My first stop by your blog. Caught you on Twitter. Good work<br /><br />Regards<br /><br />Luke @ WordSaladAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623771260175708008.post-9909417130550341452010-09-26T09:38:48.019-04:002010-09-26T09:38:48.019-04:00You've hit one of the terrible parts of aging....You've hit one of the terrible parts of aging. So much of even the warmest memories are.attached to physical place must be its own bed rock. The buildings, the landscape all change and the people who populate the scenery pass on. We carry the maps in 3D in our minds. <br /><br />I chuckle about the harmonica...got one ~ all shiny and new for a similiar reason. Never succeeded at learning to play though. Ah well...WR https://www.blogger.com/profile/05730763054918340998noreply@blogger.com