Junkin Read Count : 11

Category : Poems

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Walking around a small town festival, 

Where antiques and old things are sold.

Crisp autumn air and bright sunshine,

What little treasures will this day find?

Handmade trinkets and bits of Americana,

Old metal toys and signs fill us with nostalgia. 

Little treasures of days gone by,

Momentos that keep the past alive.

So many things from yesteryear,

That fill us up with loads of cheer.

At the end of the day, as we pack the trunk,

All new memories from what others consider junk.

-samhudson

Comments

  • Nov 13, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Good memories 🦋thanks Jon🦋🦋🦋

    Nov 13, 2019

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