To my Strawberry Fields I alone return to your natural sanctuary, playing the fool on the hill. 20 years have come and gone since we first stumbled on your beauty. Your train whistles still comfort me in my dark insomniac nights. Your railroad shack and rusty classic cars long gone. Your 100 year old bridge marred by graffiti that glorifies the death that I feel. My friends are long grown and busy, raising their own kids and careers. Blanton is but a dot on old maps with its origins lost to history. The greenery, trees, and streams of my youth are long destroyed by tank shaped bulldozers, my worst childhood fears come true. I long for days spent with my friends, Pretending to be musicians with log drums and stick guitars, Sharing first smokes, and living in fantasy lands where dreams came true. Memories of magical dusty pillows, swinging on rafters, climbing trees, hiking along the tracks, root beers, and toy pistols. I brought everyone here who meant something to me, from best friends to soulmates, immortalizing this place in album covers and music videos. Just like then, escaping my troubles to the silence of the shooting stars, Meditating on what could have been. just like then, still misunderstood. In the middle of the night, before the sun arises, it almost seems like it was back then: a magical place that unites us all, but I’m the only one here. One lone sentimental soul reminiscing to a different soundtrack not in sync with this time, but blending into the scenery. It’s just me, God, and the roar of locomotives on their way out west, and that’s where I am soon to return.
This is a throwback poem from a previously published book. I’ll be posting throwbacks every Wednesday.
This poem is about returning to my childhood haunt, a nature park by the railroad tracks in Enid, near Blanton, Oklahoma long after becoming an adult only to find that the landscape had been bulldozed and looked different than it did 20 years prior.
Look Ma! No Hands!
Look Ma! No Hands! is D.L. Lang's fourth poetry book, containing old poetry from old papers once forgotten, and new poems from a surge of inspiration. This 150 page poetry collection is part fantasy, part autobiography, part prayer book, part honoring my inner child, part Jewish, part hippie, part Oklahoma, part California.