This was my third try
At the Folk Night
Mill Street centre
Various musicians
Sign the list
Sit down and chat.
I had brought my harmonica.
Friend Ricky the same.
But let us not get
Into Doug’s puffings.
Rather a couple
Both sporting guitars
Presenting two songs
She had written.
One re-visited an
Apple orchard at
Outskirts of Kitchener.
Wonderful spot for hikes
With the kids and dog.
Until “developers” got to work
Ripping, digging, draining
Then dropping off ugly piles
Of steel and cable and tubing.
Components of progress, they say.
Memories and the sweet release
Evaporated.
Kids grown and gone.
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