Nostalgia

Here today as I sit in front of a tray

I write away in a notebook to keep the laziness at bay

I need to create, so I grab a paper and pen

My words do more than replicate, I find new phrases for them

In this place that I work, here in September

I'm hit with memories and feelings, I do remember

Summer's hold is letting go, First will come the Fall then snow.

Flashbacks from days of old, Nostalgia grows Memories all start to flow

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A feeling

A feeling that's fleeting

A feeling repeating

A feeling that touches parts of my mind

My neurons that link start to find

Latching

Mining into the cranial depths

Attaching

Emotions that elicit my heart

Like I'm feeling them from the very first start

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Memories of walking through apple orchards and getting a piece of

Warm oven baked pie . While on cartoons a vampire kid avoids eating garlic pizza.

Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, and Disney all have Halloween Specials

Shows that are years old are repeated since they're so special

The sound of raking leaves as they're being crunched

The heaviness of apples in a bag as they're being bunched

The rumbling engine of the riding mower

The pencil marks on the kitchen doorway, since children are growers

The drawing of a skeleton I did in a calm rush

I smile I had when my skeleton was complimented by my school crush

The sweet taste of donuts fresh from Krispy Kreme

The sugar crash we would get after devouring the box as a team

The odd job chores we did to buy Christmas presents

Yeah, the toys were nice, but even more was one another's presence

The delight on our faces when we got several inches of snow

The disappointment on our faces when to school we would still have to go

The coldness of a gun sinking into my fingers while with my Dad I was hunting deer.

The wardrobe changes from short sleeves to long at this time of the year.

The music I'd practice in front of crowds part of a orchestra

The Classical Thunder we jammed to in the car as a family, Trans-Siberian Orchestra

The screaming from sledding and snowboarding down many hills

The screaming as snow rushed past us, giving us thrills

The warmth of soup with salty crackers and Ginger Ale when we were sick with chills

The nature walks through woods when we'd spot an animal, sometimes we remain still

Much more

All this and much more

I personally have to explore

All these memories

All these emotions

They're Real

A Treasure Chest

A Treasure Trove

This is what Nostalgia Feels