Bill Kenyon says:
March 18, 2010 at 7:00 pm

Here’s a memory for you Sarge, enjoy!

“Blanket Of Green”

We shall never see more beauty
Than New England in the spring
The laughter of little children
The song the robin sings

Looking upward to the skyline
So much beauty to be seen
As nature covers the many hills
With a beautiful blanket of green

Mother Nature spreads her blanket
Like a mother covers her child
And her children are the animals
That live here in the wild

How fortunate we are that nature
Was wise enough to have seen
New England as the perfect place
To spread this blanket of green

By: William E. (Bill) Kenyon
Brimfield, Massachusetts
Reckyteck52@aol.com

Bill Kenyon says:
November 24, 2009 at 10:48 am

” The Railroad Station Ballpark ”
(In the town of seven railroads)

I recall a beautiful old railroad station
People scurrying to get on and off the trains
The beauty of the station made of large quarry stone
In my memory will forever remain

I remember the old park that adorned the station
With grass manicured with loving care
The giant flagpole that stood at one end
Many of our childhood days were spent there

Most days the children met near the station
Where we played ball from light until dark
This playground that kept us from going astray
We owe so much to this old railroad park

This park was our escape from doing wrong
Teaching us to compete as well as to share
In it’s way it helped to shape us for the future
It was our haven with which no other could compare

I remember looking up at the giant flag
In my mind it stood for every American cause
As a young boy I felt that it demanded respect
In those days we gave respect without pause

So many things in our lives have changed
The old park that we loved is now gone
No longer does the steam engine ride on the track
Yet, our childhood memories live on

By: William E. (Bill) Kenyon
Brimfield, MA
Copyright (c) 2009

 

Bill Kenyon says:
November 23, 2009 at 10:04 am

I just read the complete posting on your site Charlie. It brought back many wonderful old memories for me. I recall the Barrett family that lived on South Main Street. As I recall Mr. Barrett owned and operated a small typewriter shop that sat almost directly in front of his home on Southmain St. In Palmer, MA

I also enjoyed seeing the picture of you and your class, that I presume was taken at the American Legion Hall. Some have changed over the years but I still recognized Ernie and Rob, which I always called Lobby when we were just kids, playing ball in the old park that sat in front of the old railroad station at the end of Depot Street.

As a matter of fact I recently had a poem published in the Palmer Journal that I called
” The Railroad Station Ballpark ” Recalling all the ball games we played there I realized how this old park helped to keep us off the streets and shape us for our future.

So many wonderful memories, thank you my friend I enjoyed the trip back in time!