Facing East at Sunset

Do you want to return to a time in your life when things were wonderful filled with people you loved with dreams that you had when the world was simpler and the future glistened? <br>And do you wonder what happened where did those years go? <br>The answer my friend (no not with Bob Dylan) is with you inside your head all the good and some of the bad. The answer is writing it down - it's still there - in poetry. Reading others writing your own. Think back - it's still there - look back look forward... poetry. Do you recall those violet-infested walls of that old English church; that girl you saw and never forgot in a tavern once visited; that old town you first taught in and that noisily funny dunny-cart man; the fear of being trapped in a crashed car with petrol dripping; resting in love with a beautiful partner; dangling a line in a beautiful river with beautiful sons? <br>It's all there deep down relived and reloved in poetry.