Lost and Found in Roseland

He hears music on various
PBS programs and doesn’t
know if it is because he
has heard that music so
many times before or if
it just, somehow, reminds
him of experiences from
the past — music to his
ears of childhood in winter
and summer in Roseland,
in the wild of the Illinois
prairie, meaning a vacant
lot upon which to build a
fort from dead branches
or Christmas trees. He
doesn’t know but it sounds
good to his ears and his
heart and his memory.

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