To my Strawberry Fields

This is a poem about a field near the house where I grew up. My friends and I used to hang out there, and when I went back to Oklahoma, I found many of the trees bulldozed to make way for a walking trail in the area. This prompted some reminiscing.

Inspired by my trip to Oklahoma, and how the things we hold onto from childhood pass away.

To my Strawberry Fields

I alone return to your natural sanctuary,
Playing the fool on the hill.
20 years have come and gone,
Since we first stumbled on your beauty.
Your train whistles still comfort me,
In my dark insomniac nights.
Your railroad shack and rusty classic cars long gone.
Your 100 year old bridge marred by graffiti that glorifies the death that I feel.
My friends are long grown and busy raising their own kids and careers.
Blanton is but a dot on old maps with its origins lost to history.
The greenery, trees, and streams of my youth are long destroyed by tank shaped bulldozers, my worst childhood fears come true.
I long for days spent with my friends,
Pretending to be musicians with log drums and stick guitars,
Sharing first smokes, and living in fantasy lands where dreams came true.
Memories of magical dusty pillows,
Swinging on rafters, climbing trees,
Hiking along the tracks,
Root beers, and toy pistols.
I brought everyone here who meant something to me, 
from best friends to soulmates, immortalizing this place in album covers and music videos.
Just like then, escaping my troubles to the silence of the shooting stars,
Meditating on what could have been.
Just like then still misunderstood.
In the middle of the night,
Before the sun arises,
It almost seems like it was back then,
A magical place that unites us all.
But I’m the only one here.
One lone sentimental soul,
Reminiscing to a different soundtrack not in sync with this time,
But blending into the scenery.
It’s just me, God, and the roar of locomotives on their way out west.
And that’s where I am soon to return.

This poem was published as a part of Look Ma! No Hands! If you dig it, please support the author, and grab a copy!

D.L. Lang
D.L. Lang
Diana L. Lang is Poet Laureate of Vallejo, California. She has published nine poetry books under the pen name D.L. Lang, won several awards at area county fairs, and enjoys participating in the spoken word community of Solano County.
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