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I want to go North one more time, to a place I called home a long time ago. I want to walk in the woods among the white birch and feel the mist from a waterfall on my face. I want to walk the streets of any town U.S.A., my town. I want to retrace my steps on hot summer streets and icy roads of winter. To the band shell where the music played and the tree next to it where my initials were carved with the swiss army knife I still hold dear you see my dad gave it to me. I want to smell the hot dogs cooking on the back yard grill and fresh mowed grass. I want to go inside the church I went to every Sunday and close my eyes in the silence. I want to walk to the park and remember the picnics and ball games and swing on a creaky swing. Lastly, I want to visit those souls who passed before me. Ill have a beer with my dad and a smoke with my first love. Ill tell stories of my life to others who meant so much to me and to assure them they’re never forgotten. I’ll spend a long time with my mom who now rests among those she loved, telling her I’m ok and miss her every day. I’ll finish my walk at the tiny house by the tracks where life lessons were taught, and I knew the meaning of love. Back on the plane heading home to my family I’ll close my eyes and sleep a peaceful sleep knowing everything I am is now safely behind me.

Mike 2021