Love Poem: Salem Time
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Written by: Daniel Cwiak

Salem Time

Days of your youth are long gone, yet some things take us back . . .
Memories impressed forever like leaves in a book, 
In our mind's silent track.

A cottage was our home for a week, when our parents got the time . . .
It was another world which opened for us,
As we got away from the city's bustle and grime.

We slept upstairs; the attic was warm, as so was the woodburning stove . . . 
Breakfast was pancakes, eggs, and sausage,
Prepared with the salt of our parents' love.

The rooms were few but airy, outside was where we wanted to be . . . 
For this was our special playland place,
Amidst the trees, birds, and humming bees.

The lake, the sand, the pier so old; a swim in the water's deep blue . . .
Remembering the badminton and volleyball games,
And who tried to outscore who.

Having to walk back on the dark and lonely road at night . . .
From the fish fry, in our festive summer shorts,
Making our way to the cottage, by the beam of an old flashlight.

Those days of youth were filled with fun; carefree days of love and rhyme . . .
Though we are young no longer, we keep treasured memories,
Only in Salem Time.