The Sacred Shrines
Turn back the clock 1977
When we were children
Who liked to rock and dance in parks
On the 4th of July.
Turn up the Ramones real loud,
Sex Pistols in the city,
And it was So Easy to Fall in Love
FM radio afternoon.
There were so many bands
And I remember the hour your mother
Told us Elvis Presley was dead,
It was a sad end to the summer.
No more county fairgrounds,
No more swimming at the lake;
In time, everything disappears with innocence
After the heart begins to break.
The record stores
In the blink of an eye were no more;
Back in the day, it was so meaningful
To meet in a place of music,
But the sacred shrines all have fallen.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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