Echoes of the past

Echo

Maybe it was the fact – I knew the way,

Edging to go down this way and not the other way I knew

Moments recalled – at the sight of an

Old rusting metal fence, encircling bright shiny new towers

Recollections of a time – a place of learning was here

In which i’d learn my craft, hone my skill

And gain a respect and love for the thing I appreciate

Long since replaced – the place of learning…but its fondly remembered

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