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My Trip Down Memory Lane... [Roadtrip With Julie]

A cloudless sunny day
packed for the trip up north
Massena bound on Rt. 30 in my nineteen 59 Belvedere

My Judy driving, sister Sheila riding shotgun
singing Imagine Me and You and Ruby Tuesday
Apple, Peaches, Pumpkin Pie

Fussy Julie laughing at Do You Like Good Music
Playing the little plastic box game
Dump it out to the tune Just a Little Bit

Fill it and pass it back to dump it again
tiny matchstick fingers fast and nimble
This is... PTR fading out and then strong

Wooly Bully, Pussycat, Pussycat Tom Jones
Sparkling smiles at I Got You Babe
Zzzzt burble... King of The Road

Help Me Rhon... shhhhtzz... Lunch Break!
Sitting 'neath the trees n splashing stream nearby
Mystery Spot, crazy house little Julie wobbles

Mockingbird and Deep Purple from Tempo and Stevens
as the shadows lengthen on the trip home
Tiny Julie asleep on my lap, plastic box filled forever

God! Those were the days... remember when?

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That little plastic box was kept in the glovebox for a couple of years, never to be used again, it held paper clips, buttons and little, tiny animals; those days are gone forever, except for me and Sheila. Julie was too young to remember, Tommy has gone likewise, my wife Judy.
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A fun trip from the mid 60s! I hear (remember) each song, and the sound of the radio crackling, no longer able to pick up music in certain areas. What a great day, especially in your 59 Belvedere! This is a joyful "frozen" moment, especially remembering those loved ones who are no longer present.
Thanks for the sweet ride!
L

Yeah, I was reminded of that trip when I saw a post by my niece. She was saying that my sis and [her mom] were chatting on messenger, and I was looking at the poem of the month prompt. I immediately thought of that day. I remember that my niece was very tiny, and she had fingers no bigger than a kitchen matchstick; and one could set a teacup on her head for a hat when she was born. She and I have always had a great bond. Still do! Yeah, I don't know what, if anything you know about New York, but the road north goes into the mountains and there were many breaks and pauses in the radio. Now days, with Wi-fi and C.D.s, no need for the old AM radio. My '59 Plymouth Belvedere was quite roomy and had room for four adults and a child easy.

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What a wonderful flood of memories.....
Reading about this road trip made it feel so REAL. The radio signal getting lost in stretches of the road.... Those amazing songs....
Thank you for sharing this great piece.

I am glad that you enjoyed this one. It is my regret, that I don't know much about your work; I have gone through most of
yours to see if I had commented on any of yours and to my surprise and chagrin, I don't see at least one comment or reaction!
It strikes me as very curious that I would have missed out on your very obvious talent. I am at a loss to explain it. Now, I will have to spend a great deal of time reading and examining all the things that I missed. This is not going to be much of a chore, as you are very talented, and perhaps I will see some sign of why and how I missed your poetry/lyrics. Thank you again, for choosing to read and comment on this poem. I am truly glad to hear that I have brought you some pleasure in the memories that this piece brings back. ~ Geezer.
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Thank you, Geezer, for your very kind words.
I was quite prolific on this group around 2010 - 2011. Interestingly enough, from your Profile it would appear that we both joined Neopoet at about the same month and year.
I recall having had very interesting interaction with several members then, some of whom i still recognise on this group today.
I think i sort of ran out of things to say, and went silent for several years on this group.
I was however active on other groups and very involved with my music.
I'm now retired since the past 4 years or so, and am enjoying recording songs on my mobile phone at home. Id like to post links to those on some of my recordings here, so folk can get a sense of what the lyric sounds like when performed.
Thanks again and regards
Cyrus

We have a couple of musicians here that post links to music that they have written/recorded. Just post the link with your poem. Of course, if you have a printer or are very skilled with computers, you might be able to view the work as you listen to the music. Anyway, I am thrilled that you remembered this piece! It tends to reassure me that what I write affects others. Maybe not in a dramatic fashion, but in small way, that maybe touched someone else. Sort of the "Butterfly Effect." if you will.
Yes, please take up where you left off. I'm sure you will find a new sense of belonging to a community of poets, that really care about what our family is doing. I'm sure you might fill a spot or two in the next anthology. ~ Geezer.
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